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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saying, "Are you Lee, the gambler
father is deceased?
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the
And they say his is Priest"

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

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

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He soon lost all
everything which he had made
While the bells did toll

He just there staring
At that big as bright as any sun
With four and 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 creep

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

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

And he walked along, alone
With his guilt so concealed
And muttered underneath his
is revealed

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

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