Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

So this husband came drunk each night
And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her
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 into her head
So she went for the needle and she went for the
And to her sleeping husband

She started to stitch with a thrill
With a art and a seamstress' skill
She pinned and tucked with an will
All around her husband

When her husband awoke with a pain in his
He he could not move in bed
'Sweet Christ, lost the use of me legs'
But his wife just at her husband

Then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him
a frying pan and a colander, too
With a rolling pin a stroke or two
A battered and bleeding

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

Kick out the jams,