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 pulled out a roll 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 fingers to his
But with the eyes of Judas on him
His head to spin
Would ya please not stare at me that, he said
just my foolish pride
But sometimes a man be alone
And this is no to hide

Well, Judas, he winked and said
All right, I'll leave you
But better hurry up and choose
Which of those you want
Before all disappear
I'm gonna start my pickin' now
tell me where you'll be

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
Feelin' low and
When just then a passing
Burst upon the
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 name is

Oh, yes, he is my
Said Frankie Lee in
I do him very well
In fact, he left my sight
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
Until he up to the spot
Judas Priest did stand
What kind of is this,he said
Where I have come to
It's not a house,said Judas
It's not a it's a home

Well, Lee, he trembled
He soon lost all
Over which he had made
While the bells did toll
He just stood staring
At that big as bright as any sun
With four and windows
And a woman's face in one

Well, up the ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, leap
And, at the mouth
He began to make his 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 they him out in jest
Except, of course, the neighbor boy
Who carried him to
And he just along, alone
With his guilt so 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 when you see your neighbor somethin'
him with his load
And go mistaking Paradise
For home across the road