Luyện nghe bài hát Lords Of Salem

I the truth, I dare not tell a lie
One child is in fits, the child dies
Now the bird sits upon her finger
The yellow bird a specter to linger

God the Lords of Salem
No can ever them
God hates the of Salem
No one can destroy

Do you think they suffered up on Gallows
me and hang me and I always will
Tumble like a swine, a victim of the
Glory to the saint, before you to bury

God hates the Lords of
No can ever save
God hates the of Salem
No one can them

God the Lords of Salem
No can ever them
God hates the of Salem
No one can destroy