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

A child of love is walkin' thro' the San Franciscan
He's barefoot and his eyes are open wide with heavenly
His head is covered over with leaves of red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on dew has fed
O my tiny hands are frozen won't you give me 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 or what that's strikin' fear into my heart
O calm your mind while I open up the door
If it be beggars or gypsy sellers they wont't come back no
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 that call again pray go and let him in
We have a litte wine to if he be tired and thin
O Mary where's your I have to work 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 me bread to eat
My is St.Francis and there's snow upon my feet.
His head is covered with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on dew has fed
O Joseph my love has died with this cruel deed of
Take care my man for you did drive an angel from your
A child of love is walkin' the San Franciscan night
He's barefoot and his eyes are open wide with light
His is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of paradise and on dew has fed