Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost

The leather go shufflin' in
Stinking of and ten cent gin
Now who will toast our noble
Who has mornin' given up the ghost?

The coffer hand to hand
Kind words are offered, silent
But she is the most
While stabbing madly at the

The rib of Adam, the of Eve
The sons of Cain no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the of Eve
The sons of Cain no reprieve

The creditor rides his men
The death of debtors, he won't
They his silver eyes
Now in the field, he lies

The rib of Adam, the of Eve
The sons of Cain no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the of Eve
The sons of receive no reprieve

Waitin' for a dead man's
Have you heard the latest
is back from the dead
Lookin' as one would

Drippin' with the waters of
Babblin' about body and
And he found his wife in their bed
Buck, and already wed

The tax beneath his sheets
The door open, floorboards creak
Now who will our noble host
Who has this mornin' up the ghost?

The rib of Adam, the of Eve
The sons of receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no

The rib of Adam, the of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the of Eve
The sons of Cain receive, will receive