Luyện nghe bài hát Saint John

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

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

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

All the white boys in the pressed slacks
They're for the summer from college
Staying out late, getting at the bar
And looking for trouble

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

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

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

Butch her by the waist with the caffeine eyes
The all [Incomprehensible]
I up a brick from my papa's front yard
And it at the tallest boy's face

Well, blood was streaming like a that sprung
I couldn't believe what I had done
Well, the other boy ran and this one
On the ground and he never move again

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

All us boys on row
just waiting for a pardon
All us on death row

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

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