Luyện nghe bài hát Genesis Hall

My father he rides with sheriffs
And I know he never mean harm
But to see both sides of a
Is to judge hate or alarm

Oh, oh, and slow
And you don't have to go

You take homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the
The who begs for your presents
He will laugh in your face you're old

Oh, oh, helpless and
And you don't have to go

Well one man he drinks up his
Another he drinks up his
And they'll drink their eyes are red with hate
For of a different kind

Oh, oh, helpless and
And you don't have to go

When the rivers run thicker than
I'll be there at your in the flood
all I could do to keep myself
From taking on your blood

Oh, oh, and slow
And you don't have to go
Oh, oh, and slow
And you don't anywhere to go