Luyện nghe bài hát Ship of Fools

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

Mister, there's a caravan parked out
Restless hoping for a Christian
The black book, a hook
A hangman's noose on a burnt out
Guess we must be close to Tombstone

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

So on, won't be long
The call is on the
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 something in the air that made us of weary

By the we got to Swansea, it was getting dark
Mumbles, jungles, bugles and the
The turned west at Amerforth
As if didn't know what to do
But Garnant stood its and asked for more

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

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