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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm gonna start my right now
Just tell me you'll be
pointed down 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"
Said Lee with a smile
"All right," said Priest
I'll see you after a

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

Saying, "Are you Lee, the gambler
Whose father is
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you the road
And they say his is Priest"

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

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

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

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

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

He just stood staring
At big house as bright as any sun
four and twenty windows
And a face in every one

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

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

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

And he just walked along,
With his guilt so well
And muttered underneath his
Nothing is

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

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