Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

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

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 stitch with a thrill
a woman's art and a seamstress' skill
She pinned and with an iron will
All her sleeping husband

her husband awoke with a pain in his head
He he could not move in bed
'Sweet Christ, I've the use of me legs'
But his wife smiled 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 bleeding

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

Kick out the jams,