Luyện nghe bài hát Mean as Hell

The in Hell we're told was chained
A years he there remained
He neither nor did he groan
But was determined to a Hell of his own

Where he could torment the of men
Without 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 by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy the stuff is so
I don't you could use it as the Hell anymore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My hands are July to July
I use a big to navigate by
Fight off the to drink 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 seen him
But if you need any mutton we got 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 him to death 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 bell
And the one of any of 'em, is mean as Hell