Luyện nghe bài hát Mean as Hell

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

Where he torment the souls of men
being chained in a prison pen
So he asked the if he had on hand
left when he made this land

The Lord yes there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio
The fact is ol' boy the stuff is so
I think you could use it as the Hell anymore

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

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

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

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

the horns of the Texas steer
Put an to the rabbits ear
Put a little in the bronco steed
And poisoned the of the centipede

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

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

The red grows upon the banks of the brook
The use it in all that 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 are calloused July to July
I use a big dipper to by
Fight off the wolves to drink my well
So I have to be, mean as

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

me nor my pony's got a pedigree
But he takes me where I'm to be
I'll ride him to death and he is fell
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 the five thirty bell
And the best one of any of 'em, is as Hell