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

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

And placed on a footstool
Just above the 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 of Judas on him
His head began to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What kind of 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 soon lost all
Over everything which he had
the mission bells did toll

He stood there staring
At big house as bright 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 to make his midnight creep

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

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

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

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

So when you see neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his
And don't go mistaking
For that home across the