Luyện nghe bài hát Shoot The Messenger

Somebody me you'd found new bonhomie
Going
You'd never go me

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

I look as a nun
Martyrdom does not me
I'll find love in

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

I felt myself become a old shrew
I'd have her too
If you let me

If I laugh what do I do?
If I laugh and see this through
I shouldn't think of you

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

So help me God you so much
This knowledge my business
But I hang on his every

God his journey back to hell
I might singing
But all I is you

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

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

Oh let me the messenger
I'm gonna shoot the