Luyện nghe bài hát Part V (john Lee)

John Lee, your headache's growing, the cold wind's
But the sea's a ripple
John Lee, your forehead's damp, your muscles
And the sea use a cripple
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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 been made a freeman, his a seaman
But his flesh make a sailor
in a big hotel, waiting for the bell
That's ringing for his
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John Lee, your chances are good, you touch wood
We think things get better
John Lee, a friend so true, she wants to help you
Miss Keyes has a letter
(Chorus)
"Dear John, come and work the Glen, just write me
And send someone to meet you"
John's gone to where he started from, he's not worked long, beginning to belong
"It been a very good day, the missus wants to halve my pay
the door and douse the light, it's quiet at night when she's 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 thee Lord my soul to keep"
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"The customary of Babbacombe, a residential suburb of
Torquay, was greatly disturbed early on morning
an
d the inhabitants roused to a state of intense
and terror by one of the most frightful tragedies
that human devilment could plan or human fiend could
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, lying on her dining
floor. Her throat had horribly cut and there were three
on her head. It
was evident her murderer had also
attempted to the corpse."