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 straight to
Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think yo take
Them or leave 'em, do you?
Just save a few for your bad

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

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

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

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

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

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