Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy With The Gun

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

Reading down his list of
He them one by one
He the barrel at the sky
Firing off at the sun

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

He out the victim's names
In the butt of the gun
He leans well back the tree
He knows his kingdom's

breath a sigh self satisfied
The work is in hands
He shoots the coins the air
And follows where the money

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 up the devil there
To him courage of his own

He'll the sinners of deceit
They'll hear his and run
His justice is his own
out beneath the sun

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

And my on the gun