Luyện nghe bài hát Part V (john Lee)

John Lee, headache's growing, the cold wind's blowing
But the without a ripple
John Lee, forehead's damp, your muscles cramp
And the sea can't use a
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John Lee, you're turning your plate again
Oh, Lee
John Lee, you're around your plate again
Oh, Lee
John Lee's been made a freeman, his heart's a
But his flesh won't a sailor
Working in a big hotel, waiting for the
That's for his labour
(Chorus)
Lee, your chances are good, you better touch wood
We think must get better
John Lee, you've a so true, she wants to help you
Miss Keyes has a letter
(Chorus)
"Dear John, come and work the Glen, just write me
And I'll someone to meet you"
John's to where he started from, he's not worked long, just beginning to belong
"It hasn't been a good day, the missus wants to halve my pay
Close the door and douse the light, it's quiet at night when she's 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 of Babbacombe, a residential suburb of
Torquay, was greatly early on Saturday morning
an
d the peaceful inhabitants roused to a of intense
alarm and by one of the most frightful tragedies
that human devilment could plan or human fiend perpe-
trate. The name of the was Miss Emma Anne Whitehead
Keyes, an
ly lady of sixty-eight years. The name
of her home, the of her tragedy, was 'The Glen'. She
was found in the morning, lying 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."