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

Well, Frankie Lee and Judas
They the best of friends
So when Lee needed money one day
Judas pulled out a roll of ten
And placed them on a
above the plotted plain,
Sayin', Take your pick, Boy
My loss be your gain

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right
And put his to his chin
But with the cold eyes of on him
His began to spin
ya please not stare at me like that, he said
It's just my foolish
But a man must be alone
And this is no place to

Well, Judas, he just and said
All right, leave you here
But better hurry up and choose
Which of bills you want
Before they all
I'm gonna start my right now
Just tell me you'll be

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
low and mean
When just a passing stranger
Burst the scene
Saying, are you Frankie Lee, the
father is deceased
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you 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 my sight
Yes, that's the one,said the
As quiet as a
Well, my message is, down the road
in a house

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

Well, Lee, he trembled
He lost all control
everything which he had made
While the mission did toll
He stood there staring
At that big house as as any sun
With four and twenty
And a face in every one

Well, up the stairs ran Lee
With a soulful, leap
And, foaming at the
He to make his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he
But on the seventeenth he
Into the of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of

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

Well, the of the story
The moral of song,
Is that one should never be
Where one not belong.
So when you see your neighbor somethin'
Help him his load
And don't go mistaking
For that across the road