Luyện nghe bài hát Saint John

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, was streaming like a well that sprung
I believe what I had just done
Well, the boy ran and this one stayed
On the ground and he would move again

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

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

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

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