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

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

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

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

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

Well, Judas, he just and said
"All right, leave you here
But you'd better up and choose
Which of bills you want
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 as cold as ice
"That's right," Judas Priest, "Eternity
you might call it Paradise"

"I call it anything"
Frankie Lee with a smile
"All right," Judas Priest
I'll see you after a

Well, Lee, he sat back down
low and mean
When just then a passing
Burst the scene

Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the
father is deceased?
Well, if you are
There's a fellow 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 my sight

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

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He lost all control
everything which he had made
While the mission bells did

He just stood there
At that big house as as any sun
With and twenty windows
And a woman's face in one

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

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

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

And he just along, alone
With his so well concealed
And muttered underneath his
Nothing is

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

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