Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

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

Well, now, we all have those bad when 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 days bad without the bullets
It's magics or
Time to stop chippying and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as

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

You see, some is special for a single aim
A stag, or a certain person
And no matter where you are, that's where the will end up
And in the of aiming, the gun turns into 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, with his face distorted and his eyes wild a
lassoed horse bracing his legs. But something pulling him on. And now
he is up the skulls and making the circle.)

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