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

A child of is walkin' thro' 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
O my tiny hands are frozen you give me bread to eat
My father is St.Francis and snow upon my feet.
O Joseph what's the knockin' in the howlin' without
Is it the rain or what strikin' fear into my heart
O Mary calm your mind I open up the door
If it be beggars or gypsy sellers they wont't come no more
O my tiny hands are 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 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 drive the child away
O my hands are frozen won't you give me bread to eat
My father is St.Francis and there's snow my feet.
His head is covered over with of darkest red
He drinks the of paradise and on honey dew has fed
O Joseph my love has with this cruel deed of yours
care my man for you did drive an angel from your door
A child of love is thro' the San Franciscan night
He's barefoot and his are open wide with heavenly light
His head is over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the of paradise and on honey dew has fed