Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Psalm

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