Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Psalm

A stranger knockin' on my door
A hairshirt and an old brown
I asked him was his legion
He shivered like a pigeon
News of the and the open road
In a of jongleur tumbler troubadour
Gently now he was spoken
Suddenly the spell was
I see his coat of gold
A of our very soul
can shine on every one
Can't it with a gun
kill it with a gun
No, no, no
Can't kill it a gun
Trembling throughout the land
A Salvation band
Don't be so should the walls have risen
Less they become very own prison
I couldn't see his coat of
A mirror of our soul
Love can shine on
kill it with a gun
Can't it with a gun
No, no, no
kill it with a gun