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 bullets and leads straight to
Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you 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 them magics you use, the more bad days you without them
So it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the
It's magics or
Time to stop chippying around and yourself,
Kid, hooked, heavy as lead

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

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

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

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