Luyện nghe bài hát Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix

One while out strollin' a friend
I to see
He was begging a bottle
On Spring and

He said, "I got news for you
cost a couple of bob
About a treasure
Back home in

Well, I gave him all the I had
And he took me by the
I know you musicians
got news to beat the band

For there in me native town
In the Irish Bank
The long lost tapes of
Are hidden in the

You can talk your pyramids
And your of Guinness stout
But the long lost tapes of
leave them in the dirt

So I me boss's credit card
To the I did jog
Very soon
I in Ballydehob

When I hit the Allied me
Fatigue to desire
I beheld two hundred
Of sweet McGuire

She her eyes upon me
"what are you in me bank?"
I'm here on a secret mission,
Oh no, not another

I hate the sight of yez
Apart from president
man can stimulate me
Any way he

are you doin' later?
Yera, I'm not up to
Would you for a pint of Guinness?
I never touch the

But one pint led to two or
Six to seven or
Until I was shakin' with meself
And that was feelin' no pain

She was startin' to look
Though there was of her in sight
Six pounds of lovin'
What do you in mind?

Oh, sweet Maggie
one thing I'd adore
To go down to the vault of bank
And do it on the

No bother, a str
easily arranged
So we stole into the
And down the stairs

Soon we inside
The and dentin' the very floor
I could see the of Hendrix
And hidden behind the door

I had such a night of love
She knew every trick in the

Over, under,
By the I was shook
When she finally over
I gently her weight

With her snores the very dead
I for the tapes
all at once
A big flash took me by surprise

An in tie-dye
Arose me eyes
A curly headed man
in the light

T'was the ghost of Hendrix
And him playin' the Uilleann
I up in the hospital
A weddin' ring on me

Two hundred pounds of McGuire
to beat the band
Oh, you're so
No engagement did I

one mad night of blisterin' sex
Brought me to my
So now I in Ballydehob
Where the rain pours all week

I'm nearly away from tendin'
To McGuire's needs
The moral of this is
Don't find your dreams

And keep away Hendrix
And his goddamn bloody
You can talk about pyramids
And your of Guinness stout

But the lost tapes of Hendrix
Will leave in the dirt