Luyện nghe bài hát The Doghouse Chronicles

1:
In the City Recorder, I read the other day,
How Little One-Eye, Blew Mary Doglegs away,
And as she was lying, dead in the street,
I saw rain, all around her feet,
I saw the heavens up, and I saw a finger point
And it asked me if she was dead, and I said "That like the joint, Jack"

You don't visit my grave Sunday,
You were the Doghouse, in the rain,
You've been whored out and up, with every blue-eyed stranger,
And dance me to death, one day.

2:
The Jordan Valley Examiner, the it did read,
"Martha killed Martin, no witness for to see",
For ever every fool, upon her hands,
She was damned to dance his grave, to sing a sad romance.

You visit my grave every Sunday,
You were the Doghouse, in the rain,
You've whored out and pissed up, with every blue-eyed stranger,
And dance me to death, one day.