Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

So this husband home drunk each night
And he thrashed her and he thrashed her white
He thrashed her to an inch of her life
Then he slept a log, did her husband

But as he lay and in bed
A strange idea came her head
So she went for the needle and she for the thread
And to her sleeping husband

She started to with a girlish thrill
With a woman's art and a skill
She pinned and with an iron will
All around her sleeping

When her husband awoke with a in his head
He he could not move in bed
'Sweet Christ, lost the use of me legs'
But his wife just smiled at her

Then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him
a frying pan and a colander, too
With a rolling pin a stroke or two
A and bleeding husband

Isn't it true small can do
With a thread and a stitch and a or two
He's his slate, his boozing's through
to a drunken husband

Kick out the jams,