Luyện nghe bài hát Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix

One evening while out a friend
I to see
He was begging behind a
On Spring and

He said, "I got news for you
Only cost a of bob
a buried treasure
Back home in

Well, I gave him all the I had
And he me by the hand
I know you musicians
I've got news to beat the

For back there in me town
In the Irish Bank
The lost tapes of Hendrix
Are in the vault

You can about your pyramids
And your pints of Guinness
But the long lost tapes of
leave them in the dirt

So I stole me boss's credit
To the I did jog
Very soon
I arrived in

When I hit the Irish me
Fatigue to desire
I two hundred pounds
Of sweet Maggie

She her eyes upon me
"what are you in me bank?"
I'm here on a mission, doll
Oh no, not Yank

I hate the sight of yez
Apart from your
That man can me
Any way he

What are you doin'
Yera, I'm not up to
Would you care for a pint of
I never the stuff

But one led to two or three
Six to or eight
I was shakin' hands with meself
And that girl was feelin' no

She was startin' to look
Though there was of her in sight
Six hundred of lovin'
What do you have in

Oh, sweet Maggie
There's one I'd adore
To go down to the vault of your
And do it on the

No bother, a str
easily arranged
So we into the bank
And the creaky stairs

Soon we inside
The vault and dentin' the floor
I could see the of Hendrix
And they hidden the door

I never had a night of love
She knew every in the book

Over, under,
By the I was shook
When she finally over
I moved her weight

With her snores wakin' the very
I headed for the
all at once
A big flash took me by surprise

An in tie-dye
Arose me eyes
A curly headed man
Exploded in the

the ghost of Jimi Hendrix
And him playin' the Uilleann
I up in the hospital
A weddin' on me hand

Two hundred pounds of McGuire
Smilin' to the band
Oh, so romantic
No did I need

Just one mad night of sex
Brought me to my
So now I in Ballydehob
Where the rain down all week

I'm nearly faded from tendin'
To Maggie McGuire's
The moral of story is
Don't ever find dreams

And away from Hendrix
And his goddamn tapes
You can talk about pyramids
And your pints of Guinness

But the long lost of Hendrix
Will leave them in the