Luyện nghe bài hát The Riff

I met Mr. Death this
He me a ride
I said I think I'm not ready yet
To by your side
Practice what you
Then the count of shadowlands
It hurt to take a peek
He grinned and grabbed my

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

The headlights where sparks
And the spinning flames
Well, then
He and opened up his case

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

Then his song was
And he me not to lie
I a bit uneasy
But I to criticize
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 smell a hit
Cuz he has his mind
With all that shit

The reaper played guitar
His fingers cold and stiff
The thunder froze my heart
As he cranked out the
Oh yeah, the

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

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