Luyện nghe bài hát Saint John

Supper in the hole
Supper time in the
I shame my family, my home
Supper

Old Saint on death row
just waiting for a pardon
Old John on death row
just waiting for a pardon

Old Saint on death row
just waiting for a pardon
Old John on death row
He's just

All the white boys in the pressed slacks
They're home for the summer from
out late, getting rowdy at the bar
And looking for uptown

come up my block, 'bout 5 or 6 of them
Smashing bottles in the gutter
all kinds of obscenities
About and God and law

Another time in the hole
time
I shame my family, shame my
time

A young girl the corner with a clerk dress on
That was my sister
Just got off the night shift at Pennington's
Just wanna go home and get some

Butch her by the waist with the caffeine eyes
The hands all
I picked up a brick from my papa's yard
And threw it at the tallest boy's

Well, blood was streaming like a that sprung
I believe what I had just done
Well, the other boy ran and this one
On the ground and he would never move

Old Saint on death row
just waiting for a pardon
Old John on death row
He's waiting for a pardon

All us boys on row
We're just for a pardon
All us boys on row

Yours truly on trial, I
I gotta keep on running 'til the well dry
Yours on trial, I testify
I gotta on running 'til the well runs

Yours on trial, I testify
I keep on running 'til the well runs dry
Yours truly on trial, I
I gotta keep on running 'til the well dry