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

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

Well, Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his
But with the cold of Judas on him
His head began to
Would ya please not stare at me like that, he
It's just my pride
But a man must be alone
And is no place to hide

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

Judas pointed the road
And said,
Eternity, Frankie Lee
a voice 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 Priest
see you after a while

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back
low and mean
When just a passing stranger
upon the scene
Saying, are you Frankie Lee, the
Whose father is
Well, if you are
There's a fellow you down the road
And they say his is Priest

Oh, yes, he is my
Said 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 is, he's down the road
Stranded in a

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

Well, Lee, he trembled
He soon all control
everything which he had made
While the mission did toll
He just stood there
At that big house as as any sun
four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in one

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

No one to say a thing
When they him out in jest
Except, of course, the neighbor boy
Who him to rest
And he just walked along,
With his guilt so concealed
And muttered underneath his
is revealed

Well, the moral of the
The moral of song,
Is simply that one never be
one does not belong.
So when you see your neighbor somethin'
him with his load
And don't go mistaking
For that home the road