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

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

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

Well, Judas, he just winked and
All right, I'll leave you
But you'd better hurry up and
Which of bills you want
Before they all
I'm gonna start my pickin' now
Just tell me you'll be

pointed down the road
And said,
Eternity, Frankie Lee
With a voice as as ice
right, said Judas Priest, eternity
Though you might it 'Paradise

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

Well, Lee, he sat back down
Feelin' low and
When just then a passing
Burst the scene
Saying, are you Frankie Lee, the
father is deceased
Well, if you are
There's a callin' 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 just left my
Yes, that's the one,said the
As as a mouse
Well, my is, he's down the road
in a house

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

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

Well, up the stairs ran Lee
With a soulful, leap
And, at the mouth
He began to make his midnight
For sixteen and days he raved
But on the he burst
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 little boy
Who carried him to
And he just along, alone
With his guilt so concealed
And underneath his breath
Nothing is

Well, the of the story
The moral of 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 Paradise
For that home the road