Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

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

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

The more of magics you use, the more bad days you have without them
So it comes down finally to all your days bad without the bullets
It's or nothing
Time to stop around and kidding yourself,
Kid, hooked, heavy as lead

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

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

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

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