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

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

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

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

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

When the devil finished said 'You're pretty good ol' son,
but sit down in that 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 he knew that he'd been beat,
and he that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
said 'devil just come on back if you ever want to try again,
I done told you once you son of a bitch i'm the best ever been!'

Fire on the mountain run run!
Devil's in the house of the sun!
Chicken in the pan picken out dough!
Granny does dog bite, no child, no!