Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

Now, was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood
In him; someway he got the magic bullets and that leads straight to
work, just like marijuana 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 bad days you have without them
So it comes down to all your days being bad without the bullets
magics or nothing
Time to stop around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as

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

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

(George was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like someone
with an fit, with his face distorted and his eyes wild like a
lassoed bracing 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 know what he's getting himself
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the