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

So this husband came drunk each night
And he thrashed her black and he her white
He thrashed her to within an 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 for the needle and she went for the thread
And straight to her sleeping

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

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

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

Isn't it true what can do
With a thread and a stitch and a or two
He's wiped his slate, his through
to a drunken husband

Kick out the jams,