Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

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

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

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

When her awoke with a pain in his head
He found he could not in bed
Christ, I've lost the use of me legs'
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 battered and bleeding

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

Kick out the jams,