Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

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

Well, now, we all have those bad days when you shoot for shit.

The more of them magics you use, the 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, as lead

And that's where old George found
Out at the crossroads
the Devil's bullets
Now a man it's his bullets, so it will
Hit he wants to hit
But it don't always work way

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

(George Schmid was moving in a series of spasms, like someone
with an epileptic fit, with his face distorted and his eyes like a
lassoed horse 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 know what he's himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the