Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Judas

Saddle up the and wear your Sunday best
Sing sacred 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 to the man who kissed the Lord
To the stabbing brother that betrayed all of this world
Your

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

Whiplash crack the back, across the arms
And although you his feet, he running fast 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