Luyện nghe bài hát Part V (john Lee)

John Lee, your headache's growing, the cold wind's
But the sea's a ripple
Lee, your forehead's damp, your muscles cramp
And the sea use a cripple
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John Lee, turning around your plate again
Oh, Lee
John Lee, you're turning around your plate
Oh, Lee
John Lee's been made a freeman, his heart's a
But his flesh won't make a
in a big hotel, waiting for the bell
That's ringing for his
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John Lee, your chances are good, you better wood
We things must get better
John Lee, 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, just me when
And I'll send someone to you"
John's to where he started from, he's not worked long, just beginning to belong
"It hasn't a very good day, the missus wants to halve my pay
Close the door and douse the light, it's at night when she's tucked in tight
Sometimes I feel, when they're all in bed, it's almost 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 inhabitants to a state of intense
alarm and terror by one of the most tragedies
that devilment could plan or human fiend could perpe-
trate. The name of the victim was Emma Anne Whitehead
Keyes, an
ly lady of some years. The name
of her home, the of her tragedy, was 'The Glen'. She
was found early in the morning, on her dining room
floor. Her throat had been horribly cut and there were
on her head. It
was evident that her had also
to burn the corpse."