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 bullets and that straight to
Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you yo ucan take
Them bullets or leave 'em, do
Just save a few for 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 without
So it comes down finally to all your days bad without the bullets
It's magics or
Time to stop around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as

And that's where old George found
Out there at the
Molding the bullets
Now a man figures his bullets, so it will
Hit what he to hit
But it don't always 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 into a dowser's
And point where the wants to go

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

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