Luyện nghe bài hát The Fireplace Poker

The had his wife done in
By a guy I knew in school
He and a should do her in
And make it look like a

"Here's money, son, go buy a gun
And her in the head
No one who dies,
Make that she is dead"

The heathens were paid a thousand
To eliminate
Plus they were paid five hundred
To get a gun

The guy I knew had a hunting
"Why bother a gun?
She'll be dead, why sweat details
As as it gets done"

The Bible said that bled
For the sins of the of us
The Reverend had his done in
For fifteen hundred

knocked upon the door
Said car broke down
And asked if could use the phone
For a ride back town

They stabbed her times
And left her there for
and crying out
And gasping for
And they went out the very night
And bragged it

The Reverend came from work
And the Mrs. dying
Life was falling from her
But still she lay there

No one ever know what she told him
Or what he told her
the Reverend did his wife in
Fifteen whacks, poker

The headlines out
"Brutal murder, small town wife"
The crime rocked all of Colbert
As new fact came to light

It seems the had a girl
He counseled on the
Now the was coming down
And she was to lie

The preacher home from the funeral
And policemen waiting
The heathens, it seems, got up and drunk
And did a lot of

Life is cheap for a couple of
But this here is the
Their were found all 'round the room
But not on the fireplace

The preacher's son brought his home
And him inside
Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia
Was he alone when he

"Don't call the son for
bullet was deserved
Better call it suicide, has been served"
Better it suicide, justice has been served

The Reverend had his done in
By a guy I knew in high
He and a friend do her in
And make it look a robbery