Luyện nghe bài hát First Mrs. Jones

Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather forget it
So I'll call her the Mrs. Jones
We were married in September and it till November
one day she just took out on her own

I followed her to Savannah, New Orleans and Atlanta
Every day I her to come home
Pretty soon I started drinking, hard to keep from thinking
Just how I loved the first Mrs. Jones

It was cold and dark one morning just before the day was
When I staggered from a tavern to a
When she picked up her receiver, I you're gonna come back or
Either gonna be calling you the late Mrs. Jones

I put a pistol in my stumbled out and hailed a taxi
I the taxi driver to take me to her home
I remember walkin' proudly, everybody I yelled out loudly
Come on out or I'm gonna come in Mrs.

The next thing I recall was walking to the
Lookin' for a place to hide her
I dug and dug for hours and I planted flowers
Right on the top of the Mrs Jones

Did my little scare you
Oh, oh, oh yes I can see 'cause I'm so you
Little beads of perspiration dot clothes

Aren't you now that you left me
Really now don't you wanna come go me
After all you are the Mrs. Jones