Luyện nghe bài hát Hey St. Peter

I pulled into Memphis, I could not down
My brakes gone, I wrecked the car...fire on the ground
my car exploded and the flames licked my chin
And my life before my eyes like an X-rated film
Like a poison arrow my shot through the sky
Landed at heaven's gate, much to my surprise
And an angel with a halo up and said, "Hey, dude!
Welcome to Heaven...we've got glass of milk for you."
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I said, "Hey St. Peter, you open up your gate...
I hear the Devil calling, now don't make me late.
He's got guitars, alcohol, cheap Jamaican whores...
I don't want to stay in no more."

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

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