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

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

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

Well, Judas, he just and said
All right, leave you here
But you'd hurry up and choose
Which of those you want
Before they all
I'm gonna start my pickin' now
Just tell me you'll be

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

I don't it anything
Said Lee with a smile
All right," said Priest
I'll see you a while

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

Oh, yes, he is my
Said Frankie Lee in
I do him very well
In fact, he just 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 came up to the
Judas Priest did stand
What kind of house is this,he
Where I have to roam
It's not a house,said Priest
It's not a house a home

Well, Frankie Lee, he
He soon lost all
everything which he had made
While the mission bells did
He just stood staring
At big house 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 his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he
But on the he burst
Into the arms of Priest
is where he died of thirst

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

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