Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Psalm

A stranger came knockin' on my
A hairshirt and an old brown
I asked him where was his
He like a wayward pigeon
News of the world and the open
In a tongue of jongleur troubadour
Gently now he was softly
Suddenly the was broken
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
Can't it with a gun
Trembling rain the land
A Salvation band
Don't be so quick should the have risen
they become your very own prison
I see his coat of gold
A of our very soul
Love can on everyone
Can't kill it a gun
Can't it with a gun
No, no, no
kill it with a gun