Luyện nghe bài hát Ship of Fools

The ship of fools is in
Take me off got to eat
old stories, same old thing
Letting out and in

Mister, there's a parked out back
Restless hoping for a rider
The book, a grappling hook
A noose on a burnt out tree
Guess we must be getting close to

The last time we had eaten was when the were going for free
You count the hardships by the open doors
But sandwiched in between the fishermen who still
they could sail from Tennessee to Arizona

So on, won't be long
The is on the line
Hold on, sister's
South to give the

We up Dracula in Memphis
It was just about the of day
And hastily prayed for out souls to be saved
There was in the air that made us kind of weary

By the time we got to Swansea, it was dark
Mumbles, jungles, bugles and the
The tides turned west at
As if they didn't know to do
But Garnant its ground and asked for more

All the people seemed quite to see us
Shaking and smiling like the clock
Well, we them all the message then
That the ship of was in
sure they get home for Christmas

So hold on, won't be
The call is on the
So hold on, sister's
South to give the