Luyện nghe bài hát Part V (john Lee)

John Lee, your headache's growing, the cold blowing
But the without a ripple
John Lee, your damp, your muscles cramp
And the sea can't use a
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John Lee, you're turning around your plate
Oh, Lee
John Lee, you're turning around your again
Oh, Lee
John been made a freeman, his heart's a seaman
But his flesh won't make a
Working in a big hotel, for the bell
ringing for his labour
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John Lee, your chances are good, you better touch
We think things must get
John Lee, you've a friend so true, she to help you
Keyes has sent a letter
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"Dear John, come and work the Glen, write me when
And I'll send to meet you"
John's gone to where he started from, he's not worked long, just to belong
"It hasn't been a good day, the missus wants to halve my pay
Close the door and the light, it's quiet at night when she's tucked in tight
Sometimes I feel, when they're all in bed, it's almost like the whole dead
So I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee Lord my to keep"
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"The customary quiet of Babbacombe, a suburb of
Torquay, was greatly disturbed early on morning
an
d the peaceful inhabitants roused to a of intense
alarm and terror by one of the frightful tragedies
that human devilment could plan or human fiend perpe-
trate. The name of the was Miss Emma Anne Whitehead
Keyes, an
ly of some sixty-eight years. The name
of her home, the scene of her tragedy, was Glen'. She
was early in the morning, lying on her dining room
floor. Her throat had been horribly cut and were three
on her head. It
was evident that her had also
attempted to the corpse."