Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy With The Gun

He knows his wicked ways
A of bitterness
A grudge held his childhood days
As if life had loved him
Reading down his of names
He them one by one
He points the 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 victim's
In the butt of the gun
He leans well agains the tree
He knows his come
breath a sigh self satisfied
The work is in hands
He shoots the into the air
And follows the money lands
"I am the law and I am the
I am the wisdom, to me sing"
He pauses at the city's
Of hellfire and of
He up the devil there
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
Work is begun
The boy the gun