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

So husband came home drunk each night
And he thrashed her and he thrashed her white
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 idea came her head
So she for the needle and she went for the thread
And straight to her sleeping

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

When her awoke 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 just at her husband

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

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