Luyện nghe bài hát Ship of Fools

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

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

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

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

We up Dracula in Memphis
It was just the break of day
And then hastily prayed for out 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 tides turned west at
As if they didn't know to do
But Garnant its ground and asked for more

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

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