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

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