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

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

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

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

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

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

it true 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 drunken

out the jams, motherfucker