Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

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

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

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

When her husband awoke a pain in his head
He found he not move in bed
Christ, I've lost the use of me legs'
But his wife just at her husband

she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
With a pan and a colander, too
With a rolling pin just a or two
A battered and husband

Isn't it true 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

out the jams, motherfucker