Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost

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

The wooden coffer hand to
Kind are offered, silent prayers
But she is satisfied the
stabbing madly at the roast

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

The creditor rides his men
The death of debtors, he forgive
They repossess his silver
Now in the potter's field, he

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

Waitin' for a dead shoes
Have you heard the news?
Lazarus is back the dead
as one would expect

Drippin' the waters of Sheol
about body and soul
And then he his wife in their bed
Buck, and already wed

The tax collector his sheets
The door open, floorboards creak
Now who will toast our host
Who has this mornin' given up the

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

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