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

Well, Frankie Lee and Priest
They were the best of
So when Frankie Lee needed one day
Judas quickly out a roll of ten
And placed on a footstool
Just the plotted plain,
Sayin', Take your pick, Boy
My loss will be your

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right
And put his to his chin
But with the eyes of Judas 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 winked and
All right, I'll leave you
But you'd better up and choose
Which of those bills you
Before all disappear
I'm gonna my pickin' right now
tell me where you'll be

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

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

Well, Lee, he sat back down
low and mean
When just then a stranger
upon the scene
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
Said Frankie Lee in
I do recall him well
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, Lee, he panicked
He everything and ran
Until he came up to the
Where Priest did stand
kind of house is this,he said
Where I have come to
It's not a house,said Judas
It's not a house it's a

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He soon lost all
Over everything he had made
the mission bells did toll
He just stood there
At big house as bright as any sun
With four and windows
And a woman's face in one

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

No one tried to say a
When took him out in jest
Except, of course, the little boy
Who him to rest
And he just walked along,
With his guilt so well
And underneath 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 carryin' somethin'
Help him his load
And go mistaking Paradise
For that across the road