Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

So this husband came drunk each night
And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her
He thrashed her to within an of her life
Then he like a log, did her husband

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

She started to stitch with a thrill
a woman's art and a seamstress' skill
She pinned and tucked an iron will
All her sleeping husband

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

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

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

out the jams, motherfucker