Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That (country & Western Version)

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

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 straight to her sleeping

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

When her husband with a pain in his head
He he could not move in bed
'Sweet Christ, I've the use of me legs'
But his wife smiled at her husband

Then she 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 what can do
a thread and a stitch and a thought or two
He's wiped his slate, his through
Goodbye to a husband

Kick out the jams,