Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Judas

Saddle up the horses and wear 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 out on the lawn

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

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

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