Luyện nghe bài hát The First Mrs. Jones

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