Luyện nghe bài hát The Riff

I met Mr. Death morning
He offered me a
I said I think I'm not quite yet
To travel by side
Practice you preach
said the count of shadowlands
It doesn't hurt to take a
He and grabbed my hand

I sad in the leather of his Chevy van
The motor like a pack of rats
In a pan

The headlights shooting sparks
And the tyres flames
Well, then
He and opened up his case

The grim reaper played
His bony fingers cold and
The sonic thunder my heart
As he cranked out the
Oh yeah, the

Then his song was
And he me not to lie
I felt a bit
But I to criticize
I told him, Man, the is a killer
But the rest is a
His looked disappointed
But he Ah, it's ok

I asked him, has he
The devil he's got
He's written
But he has not

So the devil's out of
And he cannot a hit
Cuz he has his mind
With all hip-hop shit

The reaper played guitar
His bony cold and stiff
The sonic thunder froze my
As he cranked out the
Oh yeah, the

I woke up and the van was upside
My bleeds
We must have crashed off the road
And Death could speak
He said, Listen you'd gottas take my
I'm leaving soon
I said, I'm sorry dude, I'm busy.
But tell you what: I'll take the
And it goes this...

The reaper played guitar
His bony fingers and stiff
The sonic thunder my heart
As he out the riff
The grim reaper guitar
His fingers cold and stiff
The sonic thunder my heart
As he cranked out the
He out the riff
He out the riff
He out the riff