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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, Lee, he sat back down
Feelin' low and
just then a passing stranger
Burst the scene
Saying, are you Lee, the gambler
Whose is deceased
Well, if you are
a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his is Priest

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

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

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He soon all control
Over which he had made
While the mission did toll
He just there staring
At big house as bright as any sun
With and twenty windows
And a woman's face in one

Well, up the ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding
And, at the mouth
He began to make his creep
For nights and days he raved
But on the he burst
Into the arms of Priest
Which is where he of thirst

No one to say a thing
When they him out in jest
Except, of course, the neighbor boy
Who carried him to
And he just 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
one does not belong.
So when you see your neighbor carryin'
Help him with his
And go mistaking Paradise
For that across the road