Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

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

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

She started to stitch with a girlish
With a woman's art and a seamstress'
She pinned and tucked with an will
All her sleeping husband

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

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

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

Kick out the jams,