Luyện nghe bài hát Billy Dee

Billy Dee was seventeen he turned twenty-one
Fooling some foolish things he could've left alone
But he had to try to a thirst he couldn't name
Driven towards the by the devil in his veins

All the honky tonks, searching for a sign
Gettin' by on gettin' on women, words and wine
folks called him crazy, Lord, and others called him free
But we just called us lucky for the of Billy Dee

Busy goin' his own way and his own words
Facin' and every warnin' that he heard
Makin' friends and takin' any chance he could
Gettin' busted for the bad times and believin' in the

Billy a beatin' from a world he meant no harm
The was written in the scars up on his arm
Some felt he was for the life he tried to lead
But all we was sorry for our good friend Billy Dee

It may be his soul was bigger than a oughta be
Singin' songs and bringin' to the likes of you and me
'Cause the he saw was sadder than the one he hoped to find
But it wasn't as lonesome as the one he left behind

Yesterday they him on the floor of his hotel
towards the needle, Lord, that drove him down to hell
Some folks called it suicide, blame the speed
We just called it crucified Billy Dee O.D.