Luyện nghe bài hát The Kindness Of Strangers

They found Mary cuffed to the bed
a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
O poor Mary

She'd grown up hungry, grown up poor
She left her in Arkansas
O poor Mary

She to see the deep blue sea
She across Tennessee
O Mary Bellows

She met a man the way
He introduced himself as Slade
O Mary Bellows

Mary thought that she might die
When she saw the ocean for the time
O poor Mary

She checked into a cheap little
Richard carried in her old suitcase
O poor Bellows

"I'm a good girl, sir" she to him
I couldn't permit you in
O poor Mary

tipped his hat and winked his eye
And turned without goodbye
O poor Mary

She sat on her bed and thought of
With the sea breeze whistling all
O poor Mary

In hope and she crossed the floor
And undid the on her front door
O poor Mary

They found her the day cuffed to the bed
A rag in her and a bullet in her head
O Mary Bellows

So mothers keep your at home
Don't let them all alone
Tell them this world is of danger
The shun the of strangers
O Mary Bellows
O Mary Bellows