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
what you preach
Then said the count of
It hurt to take a peek
He and grabbed my hand

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

The headlights where shooting
And the tyres flames
Well, allrighty
He said and up his case

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

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

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

So the devil's out of
And he smell a hit
Cuz he has lost his
With all that hip-hop

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

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

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