Luyện nghe bài hát The Devil Came from Kansas

(brooker / reid)

The devil came from kansas. he went to I can't say
Though I teach I'm not a preacher, and I aim to that way
There's a monkey riding on my back, been there for time
He says he knows me well but he's no friend of mine

I am not a pilgrim
There's no need to and squeeze
And don't beg for silver
When I'm trying to sell you
The devil came from kansas. where he to I can't say
If you really are my brother you'd better start to pray
For the sins of those departed and the ones to go
There's a dark cloud just above us, tell me 'cos I know

I am not a humble
There's no need to scrape and
And don't beg for silver
When I'm to sell you cheese
No I never came kansas, don't forget to thank the cook
reminds me of my duty: I was lost and now I look
For the turning and the signpost and the road takes you down
To that pool inside the forest in whose waters I drown