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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back
Feelin' low and
When then a passing stranger
upon the scene

Saying, "Are you Lee, the gambler
Whose is deceased?
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the
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, he's down the
Stranded in a

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

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

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

He just there 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, bounding
And, at the mouth
He began to make his creep

For sixteen and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he
Into the of Judas Priest
Which is he died of thirst

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

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

Well, the of the story
The of this song
Is that one should never be
Where one does not

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