Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

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

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

The more of them magics you use, the bad days you have without them
So it comes down finally to all your being bad without the bullets
It's magics or
Time to stop 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 always work that way

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

(George was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like someone
with an epileptic fit, with his face distorted and his eyes wild a
lassoed 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 getting himself into
The fit was on him and it him right to the crossroads