Luyện nghe bài hát The Doghouse Chronicles

1:
In the Damascus 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 flowers rain, all her feet,
I saw the heavens open up, and I saw a finger
And it asked me if she was dead, and I said "That like the joint, Jack"

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

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

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