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

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

The more of them you use, the more 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 chippying around and yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as

And where old George found himself
Out there at the
Molding the bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it
Hit what he to hit
But it don't always work way

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

(George Schmid was in a series of convulsive spasms, like someone
with an epileptic fit, with his face and his eyes 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 rightly know what he's getting himself
The fit was on him and it him right to the crossroads