Luyện nghe bài hát The Devil Went Down To Georgia (Scunthorpe)

The devil down to Georgia, looking for a soul to steal
In a bind an' way he was willin' to make a deal.
He came this young man pickin' on a fiddle, playing it hot an'
An' the jumped on a hickory stump an' said 'I'll tell ya what'
I guess you didn't know it, I'm a fiddle too,
and if you care to take a I make a bet with you.
Now you play a real fiddle boy, but give the devil his due,
bet a guitar of gold against you soul 'cause i think i'm better then you.

The boy my name's Johnny, it might be a sin, i'll take your bet
You're gonna regret, I'm the I've ever been.

Johnny rosen up your pick an' your guitar hard
'cause hell's broke loose in Georgia an' the devil the cards.
Now if you win you'll get this guitar made of gold,
but if you loose the devil gets soul!

The devil opened up his case and said 'i'll this gig'
and flew from his finger tips as he rosened up his pick.
He strummed the pick the strings it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in and it somthing like this

When the devil finished Johnny said pretty good ol' son,
but sit down in chair right there let me show you how it's done!'

on the mountain run boy's run!
Devil's in the house of the sun!
in the bread pan picken out dough!
Granny your dog bite, no child, no!

The devil bowed his head because he knew he'd been beat,
and he laid that fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said 'devil just on back if you ever want to try again,
I done told you once you son of a bitch i'm the best I've been!'

Fire on the run boy's run!
in the house of the risen sun!
Chicken in the pan picken out dough!
does your dog bite, no child, no!