Luyện nghe bài hát Sister Janet

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

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

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

Sister you have come
From the clothed with the sun
Your veil is becoming none

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

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

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