Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

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

But as he lay and in bed
A strange came 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 girlish
With a art and a seamstress' skill
She pinned and tucked an iron will
All around her sleeping

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

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

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,