Luyện nghe bài hát With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm

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

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

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

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

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