Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Judas

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

Shout, your praises to the man who kissed the Lord
To the stabbing brother that betrayed all of this world
Judas

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

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