Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

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

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

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

When her husband awoke a pain in his head
He found he not move in bed
Christ, I've lost the use of me legs'
But his wife smiled at her husband

she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
With a pan and a colander, too
With a pin just a stroke or two
A battered and husband

Isn't it what small can do
a thread and a stitch and a thought or two
He's wiped his slate, his through
Goodbye to a husband

out the jams, motherfucker