Luyện nghe bài hát Hole for a Soul

Holy shamoly the priest to the girl
As he wrapped his around her
And his guts her world
She I can't take any more
No I can't take any
And she could taste the
Breath the
Smell the
Of another fallen angel hooked up on religion
She's gotta hole for a
She's sad sad tale to tell
She's hole for a soul
Of being in a living hell

Crikey moses he said with bottle in his
worn thin down to the bone
From working on the land
Fingers worn thin tattered and torn scratching
All this blood and
Said I can't take any
No I can't take any
He had a loving
child
An englishman's for his home
Every mile this broken man
And every two stood this broken man's

He's hole for a soul
He's gotta sad sad tale to
He's gotta for a soul
Of being twisted in a living