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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't it anything"
Said Frankie Lee with a
"All right," said Judas
I'll see you after a

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
Feelin' low and
When just a passing stranger
Burst upon the

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

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

Well, Lee, he panicked
He dropped and ran
Until he up to the spot
Where Judas did stand

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he just walked along,
his guilt so well concealed
And muttered his breath
is revealed

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

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