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 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 Joseph what's the in the howlin' wind without
Is it the rain or what that's fear into my heart
O Mary calm mind while I open up the door
If it be beggars or gypsy sellers they wont't back no more
O my tiny hands are frozen won't you me bread to eat
My is St.Francis and there's snow upon my feet.
O there's that call again pray go and let him in
We a litte wine 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 sakes I'll 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 upon 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 died this cruel deed of yours
Take care my man for you did drive an angel from door
A child of is walkin' thro' the San Franciscan night
He's barefoot and his are open wide with heavenly light
His head is covered over leaves of darkest red
He the milk of paradise and on honey dew has fed