Luyện nghe bài hát Mean as Hell

The Devil in Hell we're was chained
A thousand years he remained
He neither complain nor did he
But was to start a Hell of his own

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

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

But the Devil down to look at the truck
And said if he it as a gift he was stuck
For lookin' that over carefully and well
He said this place is too dry for

But in to get it off his hand
The Lord promised the Devil to water the

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 make it good and he succeeded

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

the horns of the Texas steer
Put an addition to the ear
Put a little Devil in the steed
And poisoned the feet of the

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

The wild roams on a black chaparral
a Hell of a place that he has for a Hell
The in the summers are hundred and ten
Too hot for the Devil, too hot for men

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

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

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

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

I shot me a and I cut off her head
'Cause the boys in the bunkhouse are to be fed
They rise in chime with the thirty bell
And the one of any of 'em, is mean as Hell