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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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