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 wayward
News of the world and the open
In a tongue of jongleur troubadour
Gently now he was softly
the spell was broken
I see his coat of gold
A of our very soul
Love can on every one
Can't it with a gun
kill it with a gun
No, no, no
Can't kill it a gun
Trembling rain the land
A Army 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
can shine on everyone
Can't it with a gun
kill it with a gun
No, no, no
Can't kill it a gun