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

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