Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

So this husband home drunk each night
And he her black and he thrashed her white
He thrashed her to within an inch of her
Then he like a log, did her husband

But as he lay and in bed
A strange came into her head
So she went for the needle and she went for the
And to her sleeping husband

She started to stitch with a thrill
a woman's art and a seamstress' skill
She pinned and tucked an iron will
All around her sleeping

When her husband with a pain in his head
He he could not move in bed
'Sweet Christ, I've lost the use of me
But his wife just smiled at her

she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
With a pan and a colander, too
a rolling pin just a stroke or two
A and bleeding husband

Isn't it what small can do
a thread and a stitch and a thought or two
He's wiped his slate, his boozing's
Goodbye to a husband

Kick out the jams,