Luyện nghe bài hát St. James

This is the story of a man,Who life drink in hand
unmanned.
Marked by genius, channelled good, By a bit misunderstood.
They'd been wrong many times

times our saints are sinners,
They blur the and lead the way,
Way.
Raise and a glass in reverence,
The lives of our great saints - our saints.

Never a stranger to nights, snake bites, fist fights, and empty pints,
heights.
He led with songs, they along, created bonds that held so strong
Some were right and some wrong

times our saints are sinners,
They blur the and lead the way,
Way.
Raise and a glass in reverence,
The lives of our great saints - our saints.

(Solo)

It's by the sea and at end that's when the sin and swill begin
That's when he had that light inside his head
For every whisper he would scream for drought he shared a drink
For every sorrow there is a from my St. James

On the sea by the cliff he watches, he waits the to see
The day - his way
Last call will us all
But there's a light that the way, our way.

times our saints are sinners,
They blur the and lead the way,
Way.
Raise hell and a in reverence,
The fearless lives of our great - our saints.