Luyện nghe bài hát Genesis Hall

My father he rides with your
And I he would never mean harm
But to see both of a quarrel
Is to judge hate or alarm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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