Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

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

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

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

And where old George found himself
Out there at the
the Devil's bullets
Now a man it's his bullets, so it will
Hit he wants to hit
But it always work that way

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

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

I guess old George rightly know what he's getting himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the