Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Psalm

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