Luyện nghe bài hát Three Men Hanging

Get on it, put off the fuss you chicken shit
Get on with it, can't you see time to quit

I seen three men from a sycamore
Their bodies were as a two by four
And their heads were down towards the ground

And it ain't been since they been up there
That their bodies turned cold in that air
And might have froze before that news got to them

Get on with it, put off the fuss you chicken
Get on with it, can't you see it's time to

Old has dealt us a dirty hand
He had the of a saint but the greed of the man
And his face was worn and wrinkled a leather book

And if I put this revolver to my
Will God turn against me
Of taking pity on a broken

Get on with it, get on it
Get on it, get on with it