Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

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

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

The of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them
So it comes finally to all your days being bad without the bullets
magics or nothing
Time to stop chippying and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as

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

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

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

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