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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right
And put his fingers to his
But with the eyes of Judas on him
His head to spin
Would ya please not at me like that, he said
just my foolish pride
But a man must be alone
And this is no place to

Well, Judas, he winked and said
All right, I'll leave you
But you'd 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, Frankie Lee
With a voice as as ice
That's right, said Priest, eternity
you might call it 'Paradise

I call it anything
Said Frankie Lee with a
All right," Judas Priest
see you after a while

Well, Lee, he sat back down
low and mean
When then a passing stranger
upon the scene
Saying, are you Frankie Lee, the
Whose 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
Said Frankie Lee in
I do him very well
In fact, he just left my
Yes, that's the one,said the
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 came up to the
Where Judas did stand
What kind of is this,he said
I have come to roam
It's not a house,said Priest
It's not a it's a home

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He lost all control
Over everything he had made
While the bells did toll
He stood there staring
At that big as bright as any sun
four and twenty windows
And a woman's in every one

Well, up the ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding
And, at the mouth
He began to make his creep
For sixteen nights and he raved
But on the he burst
Into the of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of

No one tried to say a
they took him out in jest
Except, of course, the neighbor 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 of this song,
Is simply that one should be
one does not belong.
So when you see neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his
And don't go mistaking
For that home across the