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, your cramp
And the sea can't use a
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John Lee, you're around your plate again
Oh, Lee
Lee, you're turning around your plate again
Oh, Lee
John been made a freeman, his heart's a seaman
But his flesh make a sailor
in a big hotel, waiting for the bell
That's for his labour
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John Lee, your chances are good, you touch wood
We things must get better
John Lee, you've a so true, she wants to help you
Keyes has sent a letter
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"Dear John, come and work the Glen, just me when
And I'll send someone to you"
gone 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 quiet at night when she's in tight
Sometimes I feel, when they're all in bed, it's almost like the world's dead
So I lay me down to sleep, I thee Lord my soul to keep"
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"The customary quiet of Babbacombe, a suburb of
Torquay, was disturbed early on Saturday morning
an
d the peaceful inhabitants roused to a of intense
and terror by one of the most frightful tragedies
that human devilment plan or human fiend could perpe-
trate. The name of the victim was Miss Emma Whitehead
Keyes, an
ly lady of sixty-eight years. The name
of her home, the scene of her tragedy, was Glen'. She
was early in the morning, lying on her dining room
floor. Her throat had been horribly cut and were three
on her head. It
was evident that her had also
to burn the corpse."