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 tongue of jongleur troubadour
Gently now he was softly
Suddenly the spell was
I couldn't see his of gold
A mirror of our soul
Love can on every one
kill it with a gun
Can't kill it a gun
No, no, no
Can't kill it a gun
rain throughout the land
A Army band
Don't be so quick the walls have risen
Less they your very own prison
I see his coat of gold
A mirror of our soul
can shine on everyone
Can't kill it a gun
kill it with a gun
No, no, no
Can't it with a gun