Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

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

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

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

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

You see, some is special for a single 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 a dowser's wand
And point the bullet wants to go

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