Luyện nghe bài hát Richard

The devil smiled and put on her dress.
Out on the curb, her curls a mess.
tumbled through her nimble hands.
Never skipped a as she netted another man.
In minutes, his head was on a plate,
Served as the course at a banquet for the state.

He should've home,
He should've late,
He should've sent those in a dusty milk crate.

But too late... ha ha!
Too late... ha ha!
Too late... ha ha!
It doesn't matter
'Cause when the goes out, heads are gonna roll.

In an hour and a half, the devil was by the sea
Working mischief on her bride to be.
It seems the pretty girl was
As her was filled with doubt.
She as her own head was cut off
And the came spilling out.
Watching the fish swim into the sea a river of red,
She said "I'd been wond'ring what's troubling my head.
And I you for expelling those irritating pests.
Now if you'll slap me back together, I'll be at my best
And we can go, you devil, we can go..."

She should've set the back,
She taken her time,
She set her hair on fire with vodka and lime.

But too late... ha ha!
Too late... ha ha!
Too late... ha ha!
It doesn't matter
when the light goes out, heads are gonna roll.

Now the story takes a turn
the devil loved the girl and the feeling was returned.
They cut through the trees knocking the off as they flew
To a pretty place for place with a view.
watched a man lay down his hand in a game of chance.
The lust for luck and is a hopeless romance.
The grinned and whispered, "comfort is a myth.
The keeps ticking, ticking; going tick... tick... tick... tick"

He should've the train,
He wore black,
He should've rode his high horse of a red jack.

But too late... ha ha!
Too late... ha ha!
too late... HA HA!
It matter anyway
'Cause when the goes out, heads are gonna roll.