Luyện nghe bài hát Sister Janet

Master Shamen I come
With my from the shadow side
With a and an Englishman

I'm my mother, I'm my son
else is slipping the blade in easy
Nobody else is the blade in the marmalade

All the angels, all the wizards, black and
Are lighting in our hands
Can you feel them, yes, touching hands before our
And I can even see sweet

Sister Janet you have
the woman clothed with the sun
Your is quietly becoming none

the Wanderer he has gone
And all those up there are making it so easy
your perfect wings
A wing can cover all sorts of

This again, well, I think I try this once again

And all the angels, and all the wizards, and white
Are lighting candles in our
Can you them, yes, touching hands before our eyes
And I can even see sweet