Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

So this husband came home drunk each
And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her
He thrashed her to 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 for the needle and she went for the thread
And straight to her sleeping

She started to stitch a girlish thrill
With a art and a seamstress' skill
She pinned and tucked an iron will
All her sleeping husband

When her 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 smiled 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 bleeding

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

Kick out the jams,