Luyện nghe bài hát Mean as Hell

The Devil in Hell we're was chained
A years he there remained
He complain nor did he groan
But was determined to start a of his own

Where he could torment the of men
Without being chained in a pen
So he asked the if he had on hand
Anything left when he made land

The Lord said yes there's a on hand
But I it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy the stuff is so
I don't think you could use it as the Hell

But the Devil went down to look at the
And said if he took it as a gift he was
For after lookin' that over carefully and
He said place is too dry for Hell

But in order to get it off his
The Lord promised the Devil to the land

So trade was closed and deed was
And the went back to his home in Heaven
And the Devil now I got all what's needed
To it good Hell and he succeeded

He began by putting thorns all the trees
He up the sand with millions of fleas
He scattered along the road
Put thorns on and horns on toad

Lengthened the horns of the steer
Put an addition to the ear
Put a little in the bronco steed
And the feet of the centipede

The bites you the scorpion stings
The delights you with his buzzing wings
The are there and so the ants
And if you sit down you'll have soles on your pants

The wild boar roams on a chaparral
It's a Hell of a that he has for a Hell
The heat in the are hundred and ten
Too hot for the Devil, too hot for men

The red pepper grows upon the banks of the
The Mexican use it in all he cook
dine it with one of 'em and you're bound to shout
I've Hell on the as well as the out

My hands are calloused July to
I use a big dipper to by
Fight off the wolves to drink my well
So I have to be, as Hell

A sheep came and put up a fence
I saw him one day but I ain't him since
But if you need any we got mutton to sell
We're cowpunchers and we're mean as

Neither me nor my got a pedigree
But he takes me where I'm to be
I'll ride him to and when he is fell
get me another one, mean as Hell

I shot me a calf and I cut off her
'Cause the in the bunkhouse are wantin' to be fed
They rise in chime with the five thirty
And the best one of any of 'em, is as Hell