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
Restless hoping for a Christian
The black book, a grappling
A noose on a burnt out tree
Guess we must be getting close to

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

So on, won't be long
The call is on the
Hold on, gone
to give the sign

We picked up in Memphis
It was just the break of day
And then hastily for out souls to be saved
There was something in the air that made us of weary

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

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

So hold on, be long
The call is on the
So hold on, sister's
to give the sign