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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm gonna start my right now
tell me where you'll be
Judas down the road
And said, "Eternity"

"Eternity," Frankie Lee
a voice 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," Judas Priest
I'll see you after a

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

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

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

Well, Lee, he panicked
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, Lee, he trembled
He soon lost all
Over everything he had made
While the mission did toll

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

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

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

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

And he walked along, alone
his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his
Nothing is

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

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