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 above the plain,
Sayin', your pick, Frankie Boy
My loss be your gain

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

Well, Judas, he winked and said
All right, I'll you here
But better hurry up and choose
of those bills you want
Before they all
I'm gonna start my right now
Just me where you'll be

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat down
Feelin' low and
When just a passing stranger
upon the scene
Saying, are you Lee, the gambler
father 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
Frankie Lee in fright
I do recall him well
In fact, he left my sight
Yes, the one,said the stranger
As quiet as a
Well, my message is, he's down the
Stranded in a

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

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

Well, up the ran Frankie Lee
a soulful, bounding leap
And, foaming at the
He to make his midnight creep
For nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he
Into the arms of Judas
Which is where he of thirst

No one tried to say a
When took him out in jest
Except, of course, the neighbor boy
Who him to rest
And he just along, alone
his guilt so well concealed
And muttered his breath
Nothing is

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