Luyện nghe bài hát Hey St. Peter

I pulled into Memphis, I could not slow
My brakes were gone, I wrecked the car...fire on the
Then my car exploded and the licked my chin
And my life flashed before my like an X-rated film
Like a poison arrow my shot through the sky
there at heaven's gate, much to my surprise
And an angel with a walked up and said, "Hey, dude!
to Heaven...we've got this glass of milk for you."
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I said, "Hey St. Peter, won't you up your gate...
I hear the calling, now please don't make me late.
He's got loud guitars, alcohol, Jamaican whores...
I don't to stay in Heaven no more."

Well, came a-running, said, "Hey, that boy is mine!"
He had a John Hiatt and trouble in his eye
Then the on Cloud 7 and St. Peter on Cloud 4
Played a hand of poker, and the winner gets my

Well the last thing I remember, Satan two Jacks
And I woke up in the back of a Memphis
And I do not know for which cards St. Peter held
So I'm breaking all ten to make sure I go to Hell