Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

Now, was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood
In someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight to
Devil's work, just like leads to heroin; you think yo ucan take
Them bullets or leave 'em, do
Just save a few for your bad

Well, now, we all have those bad days when you can't for shit.

The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you without them
So it comes down finally to all your being bad without the bullets
It's magics or
Time to stop around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, as lead

And that's old George found himself
Out there at the
Molding the bullets
Now a man figures his bullets, so it will
Hit what he to hit
But it don't work that way

You see, bullets is special for a single aim
A certain stag, or a certain
And no matter you are, that's where the bullet will end up
And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's
And point where the bullet to go

(George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, someone
with an epileptic fit, with his distorted and his eyes wild like a
lassoed horse bracing his legs. But kept pulling him on. And now
he is picking up the and making the circle.)

I guess old George didn't rightly know he's getting himself into
The fit was on him and it him right to the crossroads