Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Judas

Saddle up the horses and wear your Sunday
Sing your harp, you be holier than the rest
up the room with a grand and thunderous song
Let it rattle out the windows, let it spill out on the

Shout, shout your praises to the man who kissed the
To the back stabbing brother that betrayed all of world
Your

Yeah, though you may walk in the in the dark
There's no greater evil than the darkness in heart
With your guns, bloodhounds, needle and your razor wire
Your shackle whipping post and your high tech burning tire
Your

Whiplash crack the back, across the arms
And although you bound his feet, he running he running hard
Through crickets in the corn and them horses in the field
Hear the caw, caw of the crows, see the devil at the y'all, Judas