Luyện nghe bài hát Stitch That

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

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

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

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

Then she 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

it true what small can do
With a and a stitch and a thought or two
He's wiped his slate, his through
Goodbye to a drunken

out the jams, motherfucker