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 needed one day
Judas quickly pulled out a of ten
And placed on a footstool
Just the plotted plain,
Sayin', Take your pick, Boy
My loss be your gain

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

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

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

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

Well, Lee, he sat back down
Feelin' low and
When just a passing stranger
Burst upon the
Saying, are you Lee, the gambler
Whose is deceased
Well, if you are
a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is

Oh, yes, he is my
Said Frankie Lee in
I do recall him very
In fact, he just left my
Yes, the one,said the stranger
As as a mouse
Well, my message is, he's down the
in a house

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

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

Well, up the ran Frankie Lee
a soulful, bounding leap
And, at the mouth
He to make his midnight creep
For sixteen and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he
the arms of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of

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

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