Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

Now, George was a straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood
In someway he got into the magic bullets 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 you have without them
So it comes down finally to all your days bad without the bullets
It's 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 it's his bullets, so it
Hit he wants to hit
But it don't always work way

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

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

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