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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right
And put his fingers to his
But with the cold eyes of on him
His head began to
Would ya please not at me like that, he said
It's just my pride
But sometimes a man be alone
And is no place to hide

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

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back
low and mean
When then a passing stranger
Burst upon the
Saying, are you Lee, the gambler
father is deceased
Well, if you are
There's a callin' you down the road
And they say his is Priest

Oh, yes, he is my
Frankie Lee in fright
I do him very well
In fact, he left my sight
Yes, that's the one,said the
As quiet as a
Well, my is, he's down the road
in a house

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

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

Well, up the ran Frankie Lee
a soulful, bounding leap
And, at the mouth
He began to his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he
But on the he burst
Into the arms of Judas
Which is he died of thirst

No one tried to say a
When they him out in jest
Except, of course, the little boy
Who him to rest
And he walked along, alone
With his guilt so well
And muttered underneath his
Nothing is

Well, the moral of the
The moral of song,
Is simply that one should be
Where one not belong.
So when you see neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his
And don't go mistaking
For home across the road