Luyện nghe bài hát The Gambler

On a night in a lost hour
In a built from neon and chrome
las vegas seeks the desert
In an old broken down
There the gambler his money down
Dirty dollars one or more
his last bet on a poker game
Crossed his heart for the score

But the at the table
Two men of the phantom
Seemed to with sombre purpose
Than a reason and greed
And the felt his back freeze
And fear his ageing brow
For he'd seen men before in his dreams
Here they sat him now

And the one smoothed his black hair
With a comb slicked by brylcream and
Flipped the cards with a
Of a wily and slippery
With his suit shade of lilac
On a shuffle he made the cards
Gold and menthol cigarettes
set in a skull ring

And the other of the
With a and robe of pale ivory
Silver grey at the
And a that was stern and was kindly

of hearts lead, wait for aces
Became of family and friends
Until the showed him a picture
Of his from beginning to end
Reverend he flipped an ace
And the gambler felt in his heart
For he knew this was the of games
He would all the reverend's heart

Anger, and gluttony
The seems hit hard
Each failure and each
out in the slippery cards
Greasy mr.d. flashed a winning
And facing reverend life
The reverend as he saw the score
The gambler pain as a knife

His troubles,
and regrets
A wife, a child, a fight to
Turned by the hand of
And the saw his hand stained
With the blood of his ties
And with the yellow of mr.d.
In his mind he and dies

And these two great men from different
each other and shook of hands
The shrugged "ah well next time"
And departed for land

And the flames leapt and the soul
And the cards round the room
And is always a gamble
A from the cradle to tomb

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

And the flames leapt and the screamed
And the scattered round the room
And life is a gamble
A from the cradle to tomb