Luyện nghe bài hát Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix

One evening out strollin' a friend
I to see
He was begging a bottle
On and Bowery

He said, "I got some for you
Only cost a of bob
About a 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 to beat the band

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

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

So I stole me boss's card
To the I did jog
Very thereafter
I arrived in

I hit the Allied Irish me
Fatigue turned to
I beheld two pounds
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 sight of yez
Apart your president
man can stimulate me
Any way he

are you doin' later?
Yera, I'm not up to
Would you care for a of Guinness?
I touch the stuff

But one led to two or three
Six to seven or
Until I was shakin' hands meself
And girl was feelin' no pain

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

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

No bother, a str
easily arranged
So we stole the bank
And down the stairs

we were inside
The vault and the very floor
I could see the tapes of
And they behind the door

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

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

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

An apparition in
Arose before me
A curly black man
Exploded in the

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

Two hundred of Maggie McGuire
Smilin' to the band
Oh, you're so
No engagement did I

Just one mad of blisterin' sex
Brought me to my
So now I in Ballydehob
Where the rain pours down all

I'm nearly faded from tendin'
To McGuire's needs
The of this story is
Don't find your dreams

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

But the long tapes of Hendrix
Will leave in the dirt