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

So this came home drunk each night
And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her
He thrashed her to an inch 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 and she went for the thread
And to her sleeping husband

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

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

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

Isn't it what small can do
With a thread and a stitch and a or two
wiped his slate, his boozing's through
Goodbye to a drunken

Kick out the jams,