Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad
In him; 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 or leave 'em, do you?
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 have 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, heavy as

And that's where old found himself
Out there at the
Molding the bullets
Now a man it's his bullets, so it will
Hit he wants to hit
But it always work that way

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

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

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