Luyện nghe bài hát Part V (john Lee)

John Lee, your headache's growing, the wind's blowing
But the without a ripple
Lee, your forehead's damp, your muscles cramp
And the sea can't use a
(Chorus)
John Lee, you're turning your plate again
Oh, Lee
Lee, you're turning around your plate again
Oh, Lee
John Lee's made a freeman, his heart's a seaman
But his won't make a sailor
Working in a big hotel, waiting for the
ringing for his labour
(Chorus)
John Lee, your chances are good, you better wood
We things must get better
Lee, you've a friend so true, she wants to help you
Miss has sent a letter
(Chorus)
"Dear John, come and work the Glen, just me when
And send someone to meet you"
gone to where he started from, he's not worked long, just beginning to belong
"It hasn't been a very good day, the missus wants to my pay
Close the door and douse the light, it's quiet at night when tucked in tight
Sometimes I feel, they're all in bed, it's almost like the whole world's dead
So I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee my soul to keep"
(Chorus)
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"The quiet of Babbacombe, a residential suburb of
Torquay, was disturbed early on Saturday morning
an
d the peaceful roused to a state of intense
alarm and by one of the most frightful tragedies
that human devilment plan or human fiend could perpe-
trate. The of the victim 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 found early in the morning, on her dining room
floor. Her throat had horribly cut and there were three
on her head. It
was evident that her had also
to burn the corpse."