Luyện nghe bài hát Hanging Judge

This is the hour of the savage
the pale and beyond the sun
Ganged up with Jesse by the call of gold
by side fighting not changing the course

The of law in the hand of the one
Who drags you to the hagning
Bloodhounds in the hands of
Who will have to

judge
He is the law
Hanging
You are in his
judge
The trapdoor fall
Hanging

Bullets for breakfast and to breathe
To be on the point to strike all the wimps
the riders of the whistling pine
By each beat someone will die

The wild bunch riding of hawks
Red painted deserts you broke the law
Your facedown ain't so much of a pity
Against the and against the glory