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 pulled out a roll of ten
And placed on a footstool
Just above the plain,
Sayin', your pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be gain

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

Well, Judas, he just winked and
All right, leave you here
But better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you
they all disappear
I'm gonna start my pickin' now
Just tell me where be

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back
Feelin' low and
When just then a passing
Burst upon the
Saying, are you Frankie Lee, the
father is deceased
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you the road
And they say his name is

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

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

Well, Lee, he trembled
He soon lost all
Over everything he had made
While the bells did toll
He just stood there
At that big house as 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 to make his midnight creep
For nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he
Into the of Judas Priest
Which is where he of thirst

No one tried to say a
When they took him out in
Except, of course, the little boy
Who carried him to
And he just along, alone
his guilt so well concealed
And underneath his breath
is revealed

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