Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

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

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

She to stitch with a girlish thrill
With a art and a seamstress' skill
She and tucked with an iron will
All around her husband

When her husband awoke with a in his head
He he could not move in bed
Christ, I've 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
With a rolling pin a stroke or two
A battered and husband

it true what 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,