Luyện nghe bài hát The Tennessee Kid

On Gras day the Tennessee kid
in a puddle
Of his own worst
Haunted by the
Of vague
No corporeal beast he could
So the kid invoked himself
With oaths most grievously
And him submit
to atone
At the
Celebrated in
on

Up the devil
In the middle of the
"Who to utter my most secret name?"
He
But the kid not so much as an inch
To
Steadfast he rejoined the enemy in
"Old then, Satan, Mephistopheles,

By any other you ain't nothin'
a rose"
Then he his loins for the
onslaught
But the devil shrugged and the kid
Shuddered when he he said

Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
The balance comes due

Wait just one minute cried the kid
From the
You never mention
no kinda note
Just said, sign here, just a soul
never miss it
I ain't set in a church since I was just
A little ol'
Reckoned I was headed to hell
By the
No matter how long and how
That I
So I might as well learn how to
This guitar
said ol' Bob Johnson
Came down way
And say

Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
When the balance comes due

And the monster himself up
To the of his stature
wings eclipsing a sanguine
Mississippi
behemoth the trampler
Of infidels,
He who sweeps away
a flick of his tail
Theopolis, Agrrippa, Faustus,
Lurid and long is the tale of my
Question not the ironclad
Of my
Set down here in
In your very own

And the kid cast an eye
On the list where his
Was indeed clearly
And he to his knees
But it was too late to
And his very last breath he did say

Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
The balance comes due