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 determined to a Hell 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
left when he made this land

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The wild boar roams on a black
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 upon the banks of the
The Mexican use it in all he cook
Just it with one of 'em and you're bound to shout
I've Hell on the inside as as the out

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

A sheep came 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 we're 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
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 one of any of 'em, is mean as Hell