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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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