Luyện nghe bài hát The First Mrs. Jones

Her real first was Betty but I'd rather just forget it
So I'll call her the Mrs Jones
We were married in September and it lasted till
one day she just took out on her own
I followed her to New Orleans and then Atlanta
Every day I her to come home
Pretty soon I started drinking tryin' hard to from thinking
Just how much I loved the Mrs Jones
It was cold and dark one morning just before the day was
I staggered from a tavern to a phone
When she picked up her receiver I you're gonna come back or either
They're gonna be you the Late Mrs Jones
I put a pistol in my stumbled out and hailed a taxi
I told taxi driver to me to her home
I remember proudly everybody said I yelled out loudly
Come on out or I'm come in Mrs Jones
Then next thing I recall was to the forest
Lookin' for a to hide her bones
I dug and dug for hours and I planted flowers
Right on the top of the First Mrs
Did my little story you oh I can see cause I'm so near you
beads of perspiration dot your clothes
Aren't you now that you left me
now doesn't you want to come go with me
After all you are the Second Mrs