Luyện nghe bài hát Shoot The Messenger

Somebody told me found new bonhomie
Going
You'd go with me

I myself become a bitter old shrew
Oh I'd bitten you in two
If you let me

I look as a nun
Martyrdom not become me
I'll love in vanity

Somebody told me you'd found to go
And new to know
And new and so

I felt myself a bitter old shrew
I'd bitten her too
If you let me

If I don't what do I do?
If I don't laugh and see through
I shouldn't even of you

Allow me one
they come and ban me
And let me shoot the

So help me God you talk so
knowledge ain't my business
But I hang on his every

God speed his back to hell
I might retreat
But all I is you

Just give me one more of gin
I'll along to anything
let me shoot the messenger

So help me god you talk so
tart, this whore, my weakness
I'm shoot the messenger

Oh let me shoot the
I'm gonna shoot the