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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I call it anything"
Said Frankie Lee a smile
"All right," said Judas
I'll see you a while

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, up the stairs ran Lee
With a soulful, bounding
And, at the mouth
He began to make his creep

For sixteen nights and he raved
But on the seventeenth he
Into the arms of Priest
is where he died of thirst

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

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

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

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