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

She comes to haunt King Henry. She 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 her an encore, she's has her head tucked underneath her arm.

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

Sometimes gay Henry gives a spread for all his pals and gals and ghostly crew.
The headsman craves the joint and cuts the bread in comes Anne Bolyn 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 Henry, he was in the canteen bar. Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bolyn, or Katherine Parr?
How the sweet san fairyann do I know who you are with your tucked underneath your arm?"