Luyện nghe bài hát Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix

One while out strollin' a friend
I to see
He was begging behind a
On and Bowery

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

Well, I him all the bucks I had
And he me by the hand
I know you love
got news to beat the band

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

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

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

I hit the Allied Irish me
Fatigue turned to
I beheld two hundred
Of sweet McGuire

She cast her eyes 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 your president
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 touch the stuff

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

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

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

No bother, a str
That's easily
So we stole the bank
And down the stairs

we were inside
The and dentin' the very floor
I see the tapes of Hendrix
And they hidden behind the

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

Over, under,
By the mornin' I was
she finally keeled over
I gently her weight

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

An in tie-dye
before me eyes
A curly black man
Exploded in the

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

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

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

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

And keep away Hendrix
And his goddamn bloody
You can talk your pyramids
And your of Guinness stout

But the lost tapes of Hendrix
Will leave in the dirt