Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest

Well, Lee and Judas Priest
They the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee money one day
quickly pulled out a roll of tens

And them on a footstool
above the plotted plain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Boy
My will be your gain"

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right
And put his fingers to his
But with the eyes of Judas on him
His began to spin

"Would you not stare at me like that," he said
It's just my pride
But sometimes a man be alone
And this is no to hide

Well, Judas, he just winked and
"All right, I'll leave you
But better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you
Before all disappear"

I'm start my pickin' right now
Just tell me where be
Judas pointed the road
And said, "Eternity"

"Eternity," said Lee
With a voice as as ice
"That's right," said Priest, "Eternity
Though you might it Paradise"

"I don't it anything"
Said Frankie Lee with a
"All right," said Priest
I'll see you after a

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back
Feelin' low and
When just then a stranger
Burst the scene

Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the
Whose is deceased?
Well, if you are
There's a callin' you down the road
And they say his is Priest"

"Oh, yes, he is my friend"
Frankie Lee in fright
I do recall him very
In fact, he just left my

"Yes, that's the one," said the
As as a mouse
Well, my message is, he's down the
in a house

Well, Lee, he panicked
He everything and ran
he came up to the spot
Where Judas did stand

"What kind of is this," he said
Where I have come to
"It's not a house," said Priest
not a house, it's a home

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He soon all control
Over everything he had made
While the mission did toll

He just there staring
At that big house as as any sun
With four and twenty
And a woman's in every one

Well, up the stairs ran Lee
With a soulful, bounding
And, foaming at the
He began to make his creep

For nights and days he raved
But on the he burst
Into the arms of Priest
Which is where he died of

No one tried to say a
When carried him out in jest,
Except, of course, the neighbor boy
Who him to rest

And he just walked along,
With his so well concealed
And muttered his breath
Nothing is

Well, the of the story
The moral of song
Is simply that one should be
one does not belong

So you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his
And don't go Paradise
For that across the road