Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Spanish

He's got himself a special
You know his glass is of sand
And it fells just like a
The way it fits his hand
He a blade up in his trick towel
They slap hands against the wall
You never trip, you stumble
He's walking spanish down the
him a picture of our Jesus
Or give him a to dig a hole
all he done ain't no one's business
But need blankets for the cold
They dim the lights over on
Even the has bowed his head
Every face looks up at Mason
walking spanish down the hall
Latella's screeching for a pig
Punk Sander's carved it out of
He never sang he got hoodwinked
They tried it all but he never
Tomorrow there'll be laundry
But he'll be else to hear the call
Don't say goodbye just leaving early
walking spanish down the hall
All St. Bartholemew said was
the ear of Blind Jack Dawes
All the Baker told the
Was that he never the law
Go on and tip hat up to the Pilate
Take off watch, your rings and all
Even Jesus wanted just a little time
When he was walking spanish down the