Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but was bad blood
In him; someway he got into the bullets and that leads straight to
Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think yo ucan
Them bullets or leave 'em, do
save a few for your bad days

Well, now, we all have those bad days you can't shoot for shit.

The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have them
So it comes down finally to all your being bad without the bullets
It's magics or
to stop chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, as lead

And that's where old George himself
Out there at the
the Devil's bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it
Hit what he to hit
But it don't work that way

You see, some is special for a single aim
A certain stag, or a person
And no where you are, that's where the bullet will end up
And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's
And point where the bullet to go

(George was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like someone
with an epileptic fit, his face distorted and his eyes wild like a
lassoed horse his legs. But something kept pulling him on. And now
he is up the skulls and making the circle.)

I guess old didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the