Luyện nghe bài hát Part V (john Lee)

John Lee, headache's growing, the cold wind's blowing
But the sea's a ripple
John Lee, your forehead's damp, muscles cramp
And the sea can't use a
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John Lee, you're turning around your 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 flesh won't a sailor
Working in a big hotel, waiting for the
That's for his labour
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Lee, your chances are good, you better touch wood
We things must get better
John Lee, you've a so true, she wants to help you
Miss Keyes has a letter
(Chorus)
"Dear John, and work the Glen, just write me when
And I'll send someone to you"
John's gone to where he started from, not worked long, just beginning to belong
"It been a very good day, the missus wants to halve my pay
Close the 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 almost like the whole 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 residential of
Torquay, was disturbed early on Saturday morning
an
d the peaceful inhabitants roused to a of intense
alarm and terror by one of the frightful tragedies
that human devilment plan or human fiend could perpe-
trate. The name of the victim was Miss Emma Anne
Keyes, an
ly lady of some sixty-eight years. The
of her home, the of her tragedy, was 'The Glen'. She
was found early in the morning, lying on her dining
floor. Her throat had horribly cut and there were three
on her head. It
was evident that her had also
attempted to the corpse."