Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Jenny

She down from the Western Hills when we were not prepared
I turned deaf ears to of warning, now I'm running scared
Casting caution to the wind now that the away
I say my grace, fill my face, then for forgiveness

God I was an honest man, the same as any other
Who loved his wife, all his life to keep his family
Until the beast that never sleeps beneath my covers
Reared its head and bit its thumb at my

Her passion for passion, it will
Cruel are the of this delicate flower
Her lust for lust, it will
A siren song summons all men to doom

She whispered of her innocence, a plea I contest
While baptizing helpless with a missionary zest
She will exercise your demons, exercise your thighs
your second-coming with a hunger in her eyes

Her sweetmeats are the souls of men, she'll gorge to bursting
For yours her heart is as a spider craves a fly
No man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor
She'll the Kama Sutra if you'd care to watch her try

Her passion for passion, it will
are the thorns of this delicate flower
Her lust for lust, it will
A siren summons all men to their doom

Her passion for passion, it devour
Cruel are the thorns of this flower
Her lust for lust, it consume
A song summons all men to their doom

I reach for heaven, desire drags me
When fools choose king, I'll be heir to that crown
A strange kind of I cannot condone
If you are without sin, come cast the stone

cast the first stone