Luyện nghe bài hát The Gambler

On a night in a lost hour
In a town from neon and chrome
las vegas seeks the desert
In an old down casino
There the slapped his money down
dollars one hundred or more
Placed his bet on a poker game
Crossed his for the winning score

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

And the one smoothed back his black
With a comb by brylcream and grease
Flipped the cards with a
Of a wily and slippery
his sharp suit shade of lilac
On a shuffle he made the sing
studs and menthol cigarettes
Rubies set in a skull

And the of the clergy
With a and robe of pale ivory
Silver at the temples
And a smile was stern and was kindly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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