Luyện nghe bài hát The Riff

I met Mr. Death this
He me a ride
I I think I'm not quite ready yet
To travel by side
Practice you preach
said the count of shadowlands
It doesn't hurt to take a
He grinned and my hand

I sad in the leather seat of his van
The motor like a pack of rats
In a pan

The headlights shooting sparks
And the tyres flames
Well, then
He and opened up his case

The grim reaper guitar
His bony cold and stiff
The sonic thunder my heart
As he cranked out the
Oh yeah, the

Then his song was
And he me not to lie
I felt a bit
But I to criticize
I told him, Man, the is a killer
But the rest is a
His looked disappointed
But he said Ah, ok

I asked him, has he
The what he's got
He's hits
But he has not

So the devil's out of
And he cannot a hit
Cuz he has his mind
With all that shit

The grim reaper guitar
His bony fingers and stiff
The sonic thunder my heart
As he cranked out the
Oh yeah, the

I woke up and the van was down
My bleeds
We must have crashed right off the
And Death could speak
He said, Listen you'd gottas my place
I'm leaving soon
I said, I'm dude, I'm kinda busy.
But tell you what: I'll the tune
And it goes this...

The grim reaper guitar
His bony fingers cold and
The sonic thunder froze my
As he out the riff
The grim played guitar
His bony fingers cold and
The sonic thunder froze my
As he cranked out the
He out the riff
He cranked out the
He out the riff