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 with heavenly light
His head is covered over with of darkest red
He drinks the milk of and on honey dew has fed
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 what's the knockin' in the howlin' wind
Is it the rain or what that's strikin' fear 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 hands are frozen won't you give 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 have a litte to spare 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 are frozen won't you give me bread to eat
My is St.Francis and there's snow upon my feet.
His head is covered over leaves of darkest red
He drinks the milk of and on honey dew has fed
O Joseph my love has died with cruel deed of yours
Take care my man for you did drive an angel from door
A of love is walkin' thro' the San Franciscan night
He's barefoot and his eyes are open with heavenly light
His is covered over with leaves of darkest red
He drinks the of paradise and on honey dew has fed