Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

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

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

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

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

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

Isn't it true small can do
With a and a stitch and a thought or two
He's wiped his slate, his boozing's
to a drunken husband

Kick out the jams,