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

Well, Frankie Lee and Priest
were the best of friends
So Frankie Lee needed money one day
Judas quickly pulled out a of ten
And placed them on a
Just the plotted plain,
Sayin', Take pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be your

Well, Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his
But with the eyes of Judas on him
His began to spin
ya please not stare at me like that, he said
It's 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 you here
But you'd hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you
Before all disappear
I'm gonna start my pickin' now
tell me where you'll be

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

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

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

Oh, yes, he is my
Said Lee in fright
I do recall him very
In fact, he just my sight
Yes, the one,said the stranger
As quiet as a
Well, my message is, he's down the
Stranded in a

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

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

Well, up the stairs ran Lee
With a soulful, leap
And, foaming at the
He began to make his midnight
For sixteen and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he
Into the arms of Judas
Which is he died of thirst

No one tried to say a
When took him out in jest
Except, of course, the neighbor boy
Who carried him to
And he walked along, alone
his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his
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 your neighbor somethin'
Help him his load
And don't go mistaking
For that home across the