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

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

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

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

"Would you not stare at me like that," he said
just my foolish pride
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 those bills you
Before all disappear"

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

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

"I call it anything"
Said Frankie Lee with a
"All right," said Priest
see you after a while

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

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

"Oh, yes, he is my friend"
Said Lee in fright
I do him very well
In fact, he left my sight

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he
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
It's not a house, it's a

Well, Lee, he trembled
He soon all control
Over everything which he had
the mission bells did toll

He just stood there
At that big as bright as any sun
With and twenty windows
And a face 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 seventeenth he
Into the of Judas Priest
is where he died of thirst

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

And he just walked along,
With his guilt so concealed
And underneath his breath
is revealed

Well, the moral of the
The of this song
Is simply one should never be
one does not belong

So when you see neighbor carryin' somethin'
him with his load
And don't go mistaking
For that home the road