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

Well, Frankie Lee and Judas
were the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee money one day
Judas quickly pulled out a of ten
And placed them on a
above the plotted plain,
Sayin', Take your pick, Boy
My will 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 began to
Would ya please not at me like that, he said
just my foolish pride
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 hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you
Before all disappear
I'm gonna start my right now
Just tell me you'll be

pointed down the road
And said,
Eternity, said Lee
a voice as cold as ice
That's right, said Judas Priest,
you might call it 'Paradise

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back
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 callin' you down the road
And say his name is Priest

Oh, yes, he is my
Frankie Lee in fright
I do recall him very
In fact, he just left my
Yes, the one,said the stranger
As quiet as a
Well, my message is, he's the road
Stranded in a

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He everything and ran
Until he came up to the
Where Priest did stand
What of house is this,he said
Where I come to roam
not a house,said Judas Priest
It's not a house a home

Well, Lee, he trembled
He lost all control
Over everything which he had
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 ran Frankie Lee
a soulful, bounding leap
And, at the mouth
He began to make his midnight
For sixteen and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he
Into the arms of Priest
Which is where he died of

No one tried to say a
When took him out in jest
Except, of course, the neighbor boy
Who him to rest
And he just walked along,
his guilt so well concealed
And muttered his breath
Nothing is

Well, the moral of the
The of this song,
Is that one should never be
one does not belong.
So you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his
And go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the