Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

Now, George was a good boy to begin with, but there was bad blood
In him; someway he got into the magic bullets and leads straight to
Devil's work, just like leads to heroin; you think yo ucan take
Them bullets or leave 'em, do
save a few for your 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 you have without them
So it comes down finally to all your days being bad the bullets
magics or nothing
Time to stop chippying and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as

And that's where old found himself
Out there at the
Molding the Devil's
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 person
And no matter you are, that's where the bullet will end up
And in the moment of aiming, the gun into a dowser's wand
And where the bullet 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 bracing his legs. But something kept pulling him on. And now
he is picking up the and making the circle.)

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