Luyện nghe bài hát Shoot The Messenger

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

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

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

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

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

If I don't laugh 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 me God you talk so much
knowledge ain't my business
But I on his every word

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

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

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

Oh let me shoot the
I'm gonna the messenger