Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy With The Gun

He knows well his wicked
A of bitterness
A grudge held his childhood days
As if life had him less

Reading down his list of
He ticks one by one
He the barrel at the sky
shots off at the sun

I am the law and I am the
I am the wisdom, to me sing

He carves out the names
In the wooden of the gun
He leans well back the tree
He his kingdom's come

He'll a sigh self satisfied
The is in good hands
He shoots the coins the air
And where the money lands

I am the law and I am the
I am the wisdom, to me sing

He pauses at the edge
Of and of stone
He summons up the devil
To him courage of his own

He'll free the of deceit
They'll hear his and run
His is his own reward
Measured out the sun

I am the law and I am the
I am the wisdom, to me sing

And my on the gun