Luyện nghe bài hát Three Men Hanging

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

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

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

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

Old scratch has dealt us a 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 revolver to my head
Will God turn me instead
Of taking on a broken man?

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