Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

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

Well, now, we all have those bad days when you shoot for shit.

The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have them
So it comes down finally to all your days being bad the bullets
It's magics or
Time to stop chippying and kidding yourself,
Kid, hooked, heavy as lead

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

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

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

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