Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Psalm

A stranger came on my door
A and an old brown coat
I asked him was his legion
He like a wayward pigeon
News of the world and the road
In a tongue of jongleur tumbler
Gently now he was softly
the spell was broken
I couldn't see his coat of
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 rain the land
A Army band
be so quick should the walls have risen
Less they become your own prison
I couldn't see his coat of
A mirror of our very
can shine on everyone
Can't it with a gun
Can't kill it a gun
No, no, no
Can't kill it a gun