Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

So this husband came 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 went for the and she went for the thread
And straight to her sleeping

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

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

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

it true what small can do
With a and a stitch and a thought or two
He's his slate, his boozing's through
Goodbye to a drunken

Kick out the jams,