Luyện nghe bài hát The Gambler

On a dark in a lost hour
In a built from neon and chrome
Where las vegas the desert
In an old broken down
There the gambler slapped his money
Dirty dollars one hundred or
his last bet on a poker game
Crossed his for the winning score

But the at the table
Two men of the creed
Seemed to with sombre purpose
Than a reason and pure
And the gambler felt his back
And fear brushed his ageing
For he'd seen those men before in his
Here they sat him now

And the one back his black hair
With a comb by brylcream and grease
Flipped the with a flippancy
Of a wily and ease
With his sharp suit shade of
On a shuffle he made the cards
Gold and menthol cigarettes
Rubies set in a skull

And the other of the
a colour and robe of pale ivory
Silver at the temples
And a that was stern and was kindly

Jack of hearts lead, for aces
Became faces of family and
the deck showed him a picture
Of his life from to end
Reverend he flipped an ace
And the gambler felt blood in his
For he knew was the game of games
He would need all the heart

Anger, lust and
The gambler seems hit
Each failure and feature
Mapped out in the cards
Greasy mr.d. a winning grin
And facing reverend life
The paled as he saw the score
The felt pain as a knife

His troubles,
and regrets
A wife, a child, a to trial
Turned by the of death
And the saw his hand stained
With the blood of his family
And the yellow smile of mr.d.
In his mind he crumples and

And these two great men from worlds
Faced each and shook of hands
The shrugged "ah well next time"
And for heaven's land

And the flames leapt and the screamed
And the cards scattered the room
And is always a gamble
A game the cradle to tomb

And the flames leapt and the soul
And the cards scattered the room
And life is a gamble
A game from the cradle to

And the flames leapt and the screamed
And the cards scattered round the
And is always a gamble
A game from the to tomb