Luyện nghe bài hát The Murder Of The Children Of San Francisco

A child of love is thro' the San Franciscan night
He's barefoot and his eyes are wide with heavenly light
His is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of and on honey dew has fed
O my tiny hands are frozen you give me bread to eat
My father is St.Francis and snow upon my feet.
O what's the knockin' in the howlin' wind without
Is it the rain or what strikin' fear into my heart
O Mary calm your mind while I open up the
If it be beggars or gypsy they wont't come back no more
O my tiny hands are frozen you give me bread to eat
My father is St.Francis and there's snow my feet.
O Joseph there's call again pray go and let him in
We have a litte wine to spare if he be tired and
O Mary where's sense I have to work both night and day
For you and all our childrens I'll drive the child away
O my tiny hands are won't you give me bread to eat
My father is St.Francis and there's upon my feet.
His head is covered over leaves of darkest red
He drinks the of paradise and on honey dew has fed
O Joseph my love has died with cruel deed of yours
Take care my man for you did drive an angel your door
A of love is walkin' thro' the San Franciscan night
He's barefoot and his eyes are wide with heavenly light
His is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on dew has fed