Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost

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

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

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

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

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

Waitin' for a dead man's
Have you the latest news?
Lazarus is back the dead
Lookin' as one would

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

The tax beneath his sheets
The door swings open, floorboards
Now who will toast our noble
Who has this given up the ghost?

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

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