Luyện nghe bài hát Part V (john Lee)

John Lee, your headache's growing, the cold wind's
But the without a ripple
John Lee, your damp, your muscles cramp
And the sea can't use a
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Lee, you're turning around your plate again
Oh, Lee
John Lee, you're turning around plate again
Oh, Lee
John Lee's been made a freeman, his heart's a
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 are good, you better touch wood
We think things get better
Lee, you've a friend so true, she wants to help you
Miss Keyes has a letter
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"Dear John, come and work the Glen, write me when
And I'll send someone to you"
John's gone to where he started from, he's not worked long, beginning to belong
"It hasn't a very good day, the missus wants to halve my pay
the door and douse the light, it's quiet at night when she's tucked in tight
Sometimes I feel, when they're all in bed, it's like the whole world's dead
So I lay me down to sleep, I pray Lord my soul to keep"
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"The customary quiet of Babbacombe, a suburb of
Torquay, was greatly disturbed on Saturday morning
an
d the peaceful roused to a state of intense
alarm and terror by one of the most tragedies
that human devilment could plan or human could perpe-
trate. The name of the victim was Miss Emma Anne
Keyes, an
ly lady of some years. The name
of her home, the scene of her tragedy, was Glen'. She
was found early in the morning, lying on her room
floor. Her throat had been cut and there were three
on her head. It
was evident her murderer had also
attempted to the corpse."