Luyện nghe bài hát Ship of Fools

The of fools is coming in
me off I've got to eat
Same old stories, old thing
Letting out and in

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

The last 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 who still
they could sail from Tennessee to Arizona

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

We picked up Dracula in
It was about the break of day
And then 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, and the prize
The tides west at Amerforth
As if they didn't know to do
But Garnant stood its and asked for more

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

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