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

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

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

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

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

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

Isn't it true what can do
a thread and a stitch and a thought or two
He's his slate, his boozing's through
Goodbye to a drunken

Kick out the jams,