Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Judas

Saddle up the horses and wear Sunday best
Sing sacred harp, you be holier than the rest
up the room with a grand and thunderous song
Let it rattle out the windows, let it out on the lawn

Shout, shout your praises to the man who the Lord
To the back stabbing brother that betrayed all of world
Judas

Yeah, though you may in the valley in the dark
There's no greater evil the darkness in your heart
With your stun guns, bloodhounds, needle and your razor
Your nylon shackle whipping post and your high tech burning
Judas

Whiplash crack across the back, the arms
And although you bound his feet, he fast he running hard
Through crickets in the corn and them horses in the field
Hear the caw, caw of the crows, see the devil at the wheel y'all,