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

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

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

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

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

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

it true what small can do
With a and a stitch and a thought or two
He's wiped his slate, his through
Goodbye to a drunken

out the jams, motherfucker