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 had loved him less
Reading down his list of
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 names
In the wooden of the gun
He leans well agains the tree
He his Kingdom's come
He'll breath a sigh satisfied
The work is in good
He shoots the into 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 city's
Of and of stone
He summons up the devil
To him courage of his own
free the sinners of deceit
They'll his name 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 just
The boy the gun