Luyện nghe bài hát Genesis Hall

My father he with your sheriffs
And I know he would never harm
But to see sides of a quarrel
Is to without hate or alarm

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

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

Oh, oh, and slow
And you have anywhere to go

one man he drinks up his whiskey
Another he drinks up his
And they'll drink 'till eyes are red with hate
For those of a kind

Oh, oh, and slow
And you have anywhere to go

When the run thicker than trouble
I'll be there at side in the flood
T'was all I could do to myself
From taking revenge on your

Oh, oh, helpless and
And you have anywhere to go
Oh, oh, helpless and
And you have anywhere to go