Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

So this husband came home drunk each
And he thrashed her and he thrashed 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 strange came into her head
So she went for the and she went for the thread
And straight to her husband

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

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

she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
With a pan and a colander, too
a rolling 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
wiped his slate, his boozing's through
Goodbye to a husband

Kick out the jams,