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 some for you
Only a couple of bob
About a buried
Back in Ballydehob

Well, I him all the bucks I had
And he took me by the
I you love musicians
I've got news to the band

For back there in me town
In the Irish Bank
The long tapes of Hendrix
Are hidden in the

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

So I stole me credit card
To the I did jog
Very soon
I arrived in

When I hit the Irish me
turned to desire
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 the very sight of yez
Apart from president
That man can me
Any way he

What are you doin'
Yera, I'm not up to
you care for a pint of Guinness?
I never touch the

But one pint led to two or
Six to seven or
Until I was hands with meself
And that girl was no pain

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

Oh, Maggie Magurie
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 stole into the
And down the creaky

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

I had such a night of love
She knew trick in the book

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

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

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

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

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

one mad night 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 moral of story is
Don't ever find dreams

And keep away from
And his bloody tapes
You can talk your pyramids
And pints of Guinness stout

But the long tapes of Hendrix
Will leave in the dirt