Luyện nghe bài hát With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm

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

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

She comes to haunt King Henry. She means giving him what for. Gadzooks, she's going to him off. She's feeling very sore,
And just in case the headsman to give 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 they had a few they shout, "Is Army to win?"
They think that it's Red instead of poor old Ann Bolyn with her head tucked underneath her arm.

Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread for all his pals and and ghostly crew.
The headsman craves the joint and cuts the then in comes Anne Bolyn to queer the do.
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop and 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 Seymour, Anne Bolyn, or Katherine Parr?
How the sweet san fairyann do I know who you are with your head tucked underneath arm?"