Luyện nghe bài hát The Hangman and the Papist

The village stands quiet
The curfew still
The streets are clear of dogs and whores

Like some evil bird of
The scaffold its wings
The build their fires and bolt their doors

The mayor is giving to the officers wives
His eldest son is how to fawn
The barrack block is hushed and
The soldiers drawing
Who be the hangman in the dawn?

The lot on a young man
Who has served for but a
His home is in the close nearby

He at the thought of what
Hes to do next day
He wonders who it is, who has to

And the full moon a cold light
On the gloomy walls
The walks his cell, he cannot sleep

He hears the waiting gallows
Just beyond door
He prays for he has no more to weep

The day to break
A muffled drums begins to
A crowd to gather in the square
The presence of the in his terrifying mask

heavy on the minds of all those there
The colonel the sentence
Which the papist knows by

He has failed to show to the King
His is thus with God himself
And in His he must hang
The papist, head held high, says not a

The jailer binds his
And puts his to his eyes
He leads him through the door the crowd
The hangman his victim

And the blood from his face
He sees his younger brother proud
The tries to protest
But is ordered to

His trembling hands begin to the strain
His eyes are with streaming tears
And he for all to hear

me, God, we hang him in Thy name
Forgive me, God, we hang him in Thy
me, God, we hang him in Thy name
Oh, please forgive me, God, we hang him in Thy
Forgive me, God, we hang him in Thy