Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost

The leather soles go in
Stinking of smoke and ten gin
Now who will toast our host
Who has this mornin' given up the

The wooden coffer to hand
words are offered, silent prayers
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 receive no

The creditor with his men
The death of debtors, he forgive
They repossess his eyes
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 sons of Cain no reprieve

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

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

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

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

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 will receive, will