Luyện nghe bài hát Bound for Hell

Well, faith flies off the mountain
No parachute and no to see
Yes, my faith off a mountain everyday
And no parachute, no goddamn crash to see

Fly the little up a telegraph pole
Sending out a to somebody, somebody
Somebody, somebody

I want to hear a song that makes me believe in
I want to hear a song that me believe something
I want to hear a song that me believe
something to believe in
I want to a song that makes me believe

Had a
I was ridin' on a train wasn't bound for glory
on a train, the train was bound for hell
Ridin' on a train that bound for glory, that's for sure
Ridin' on a bound for hell

The engine human blood was damp
The was her brimstone lamp
And then for fuel I shoveled in
And the furnace with a thousand groans

The tank was filled lager beer
The himself was engineer
The passengers were a mixed up
Churchman in his suit

The in broadcloth, poor in rags
girls, wrinkled hags
Black men, yellow, red and
Chained together, fearful

The dream was stormin' at full
The sulfer fumes burned hands and
Wilder and wilder the grew
Faster and faster the flew

and terrible thunder crashed
Whiter brighter lighin'
Higher still the air
So clothes will burn from each shrinking

There came a fearful ear yell
Yell satan dance, the stop's hell
then the passengers shrieked with pain
And the devil to stop the train
Stop this

He and roared and grinned with glee
And mocked and at their misery
"My friends you've bought your seats on road
got to get through with a complete load"

You've pulled in the weak, cheated the poor
You starving tramp, you from the door
You've lit up gold till purses burst
You've a cleargy a beastly lust

You've at God in your hellful pride
You've killed and you've cheated, you've and lied
You've come men and you've swore and you've stole
Not a one but a splurge and in body and
and soul

So you've paid full fare and carry you through
If there's one be loud, I'd like to know who
And here's a time when I ain't no
A that will save you, a land of fire

And your will scorch in the flames that roar
You'll and burn from rind to core
Then I with a thrilling cry
My were clothes were wet, my hair stood

And I prayed as I've never that hour
To be from hell and the devil's power
At present my were not in vain
That I paid no fare on that train