Luyện nghe bài hát With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm

In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Bolyn walks they declare.
Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's until he made the headsman bob her hair.
Ah, yes, he did her wrong long ago and she comes up at night to tell him so,

With her head underneath her arm she walks the bloody tower,
her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.

She comes to haunt King Henry. She means giving him for. Gadzooks, she's going to tell him off. She's feeling very sore,
And just in case the headsman wants to her an encore, she's has her head tucked underneath her arm.

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The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in and when had a few they shout, "Is Army going to win?"
They think that it's Red Grange instead of poor old Ann with her head tucked underneath her arm.

Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread for all his and gals and ghostly crew.
The headsman craves the joint and cuts the bread then in comes Bolyn to queer the do.
She her head up with a wild war whoop and Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the soup!"

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One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar. Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bolyn, or Katherine
How the sweet san fairyann do I know who you are with your head tucked underneath arm?"