Luyện nghe bài hát The Riff

I met Mr. Death this
He offered me a
I I think I'm not quite ready yet
To travel by your
Practice you preach
Then said the count of
It doesn't to take a peek
He and grabbed my hand

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

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

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

his song was over
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 disappointed
But he said Ah, ok

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

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

The reaper played 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 body
We must crashed right off the road
And Death varely speak
He said, Listen you'd gottas take my
I'm leaving soon
I said, I'm sorry dude, I'm busy.
But tell you what: I'll the tune
And it like this...

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