Luyện nghe bài hát Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix

One evening 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
home in Ballydehob

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

For back there in me native
In the Irish Bank
The long lost of Hendrix
Are hidden in the

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

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

When I hit the Allied me
turned to desire
I beheld two pounds
Of sweet Maggie

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

I hate the sight of yez
Apart your president
That man can me
Any way he

What are you doin'
Yera, I'm not up to
Would you care for a of Guinness?
I never 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
there was three of her in sight
Six hundred pounds of
What do you in mind?

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

No bother, a str
That's arranged
So we stole the bank
And down the creaky

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

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

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

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

An in tie-dye
Arose before me
A headed black man
in the light

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

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

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

I'm nearly faded from tendin'
To Maggie McGuire's
The moral of story is
Don't ever find dreams

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

But the long tapes of Hendrix
Will leave in the dirt