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

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

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 fingers to his
But with the cold of Judas on him
His began to spin

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

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

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

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

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

Well, Lee, he sat back 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 say his name is Priest"

"Oh, yes, he is my friend"
Said Lee in fright
I do recall him very
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
in a house

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

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

Well, Lee, he trembled
He lost all control
Over everything which he had
While the bells 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
a soulful, bounding leap
And, foaming at the
He began to make his midnight

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

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

And he walked along, alone
his guilt so well concealed
And underneath his breath
Nothing is

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

So you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
him with his load
And go mistaking Paradise
For home across the road