Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

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

Well, now, we all those bad days when 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 or nothing
Time to chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, hooked, heavy as lead

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

(George Schmid was moving in a of convulsive spasms, like someone
with an epileptic fit, with his face distorted and his eyes like a
lassoed horse bracing his legs. But something kept 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 right to the