Luyện nghe bài hát The Riff

I met Mr. this morning
He me a ride
I said I think I'm not ready yet
To travel by side
Practice what you
Then said the count of
It doesn't hurt to take a
He and grabbed my hand

I sad in the seat of his Chevy van
The motor screamed like a pack of
In a pan

The where shooting sparks
And the spinning flames
Well, allrighty
He and opened up his case

The grim reaper played
His bony cold and stiff
The thunder froze my heart
As he out the riff
Oh yeah, the

his song was over
And he me not to lie
I a bit uneasy
But I dare to
I told him, Man, the riff is a
But the is a throw-away
His face looked
But he said Ah, ok

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

So the out of touch
And he cannot a hit
Cuz he has his mind
With all hip-hop shit

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

I up and the van was upside down
My body
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 sorry dude, I'm busy.
But tell you what: take the tune
And it like this...

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