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

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

And them on a footstool
Just above the plain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Boy
My loss be your gain"

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
And put his fingers to his
But the cold eyes of Judas on him
His head to spin

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

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 gonna start my pickin' now
Just tell me where be
Judas pointed the road
And said, "Eternity"

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
low and mean
When just then a 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 they say his is Priest"

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

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

Well, Lee, he panicked
He everything and ran
Until he came up to the
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, it's a

Well, Lee, he trembled
He soon lost all
Over everything which he had
While the mission bells did

He just there staring
At that big as bright as any sun
four and twenty windows
And a face in every one

Well, up the stairs ran Lee
With a soulful, bounding
And, foaming at the
He began to his midnight creep

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

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

And he just along, alone
With his so well concealed
And muttered underneath his
is revealed

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

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