Luyện nghe bài hát Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix

One evening while out a friend
I to see
He was behind a bottle
On and Bowery

He said, "I got some for you
Only a couple of bob
About a treasure
Back home in

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

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

You can talk about pyramids
And your of Guinness stout
But the long lost tapes of
Will leave them in the

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

I hit the Allied Irish me
Fatigue to desire
I two hundred pounds
Of Maggie McGuire

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

I the very sight of yez
Apart from president
man can stimulate me
Any way he

are you doin' later?
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
Until I was shakin' hands meself
And that was feelin' no pain

She was to look beautiful
Though there was of her in sight
Six pounds of lovin'
do you have in mind?

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

No bother, a str
That's easily
So we into the bank
And down the creaky

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

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

Over, under,
By the I was shook
she finally keeled over
I gently moved her

With her snores wakin' the dead
I headed for the
Then all at
A big white took me by surprise

An apparition in
before me eyes
A curly headed man
Exploded in the

the ghost of Jimi Hendrix
And him the Uilleann pipes
I up in the hospital
A ring on me hand

Two pounds of Maggie McGuire
to beat the band
Oh, you're so
No did I need

one mad night of blisterin' sex
Brought me to my
So now I live in
Where the rain pours all week

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

And keep away Hendrix
And his goddamn tapes
You can talk your pyramids
And your pints of stout

But the long lost of Hendrix
leave them in the dirt