Luyện nghe bài hát Ship of Fools

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

Mister, there's a parked out back
hoping for a Christian rider
The black book, a grappling
A hangman's noose on a burnt out
Guess we must be getting to Tombstone

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

So hold on, be long
The call is on the
Hold on, gone
South to the sign

We picked up Dracula in
It was just the break of day
And hastily prayed for out souls to be saved
was something 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 west at Amerforth
As if they didn't what to do
But stood its ground and asked for more

All the seemed quite glad to see us
Shaking and smiling like the clock
Well, we gave them all the then
the ship of fools was in
Make they get home for Christmas

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