Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Judas

Saddle up the horses and your Sunday best
Sing your sacred harp, you be than the rest
Fill up the room with a grand and thunderous
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 this
Judas

Yeah, though you may in the valley in the dark
There's no greater evil the darkness in your heart
With your stun guns, bloodhounds, needle and your razor
Your nylon shackle post and your high tech burning tire
Judas

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