Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

So this husband came home drunk night
And he thrashed her and he thrashed her white
He thrashed her to within an inch of her
Then he slept a log, did her husband

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

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

When her husband with 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 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

Isn't it what small can do
With a thread and a stitch and a or two
He's wiped his slate, his boozing's
Goodbye to a husband

out the jams, motherfucker