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

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

And placed them on a
Just above the plain
Sayin', "Take pick, Frankie Boy
My will be your gain"

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right
And put his to his chin
But with the cold of Judas on him
His head began to

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

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

I'm gonna start my pickin' now
Just tell me you'll be
pointed down the road
And said, "Eternity"

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
low and mean
When then a passing stranger
upon the scene

Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the
Whose father is
Well, if you are
a fellow callin' you down the road
And say his name is Priest"

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

"Yes, the one," said the stranger
As quiet as a
Well, my message is, he's the road
Stranded in a

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He dropped and ran
Until he came up to the
Where Priest did stand

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He soon lost all
Over everything which he had
While the bells did toll

He just stood there
At big house as bright as any sun
four and twenty windows
And a woman's in every one

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

For sixteen nights and days he
But on the he burst
Into the of Judas Priest
is where he died of thirst

No one to say a thing
When they him out in jest,
Except, of course, the little boy
Who carried him to

And he just walked along,
his guilt so well concealed
And underneath his breath
Nothing is

Well, the of the story
The of this song
Is that one should never be
Where one does not

So when you see your neighbor somethin'
Help him his load
And don't go Paradise
For home across the road