Luyện nghe bài hát Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix

One while out strollin' a friend
I to see
He was begging a bottle
On Spring and

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

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

For back in me native town
In the Irish Bank
The long tapes of Hendrix
Are in the vault

You can talk your pyramids
And pints of Guinness stout
But the lost tapes of Hendrix
leave them in the dirt

So I me boss's credit card
To the I did jog
Very soon
I in Ballydehob

When I hit the Irish me
turned to desire
I beheld two hundred
Of sweet McGuire

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 very of yez
Apart from your
That man can me
Any way he

are you doin' later?
Yera, I'm not up to
Would you for a pint of Guinness?
I never the stuff

But one pint led to two or
Six to seven or
Until I was shakin' with meself
And that girl was feelin' no

She was startin' to beautiful
Though there was of her in sight
Six hundred of lovin'
What do you in mind?

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

No bother, a str
easily arranged
So we stole into the
And down the creaky

Soon we inside
The vault and the very floor
I see the tapes of Hendrix
And hidden behind the door

I never had such a night of
She every trick in the book

Over, under,
By the mornin' I was
When she keeled over
I gently moved her

her snores wakin' the very dead
I for the tapes
all at once
A big white took me by surprise

An apparition in
Arose before me
A headed black man
in the light

T'was the ghost of Jimi
And him the Uilleann pipes
I up in the hospital
A weddin' ring on me

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

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

I'm nearly faded away tendin'
To Maggie needs
The of this story is
Don't ever your dreams

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

But the long tapes of Hendrix
Will leave in the dirt