Luyện nghe bài hát Crossroads

Now, George was a good straight boy to with, but there was bad blood
In him; someway he got into the magic bullets and leads straight to
Devil's work, just marijuana leads to heroin; you think yo ucan take
bullets or leave 'em, do you?
Just a few for your bad days

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

The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you without them
So it comes down finally to all days being bad without the bullets
magics or nothing
Time to chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, as lead

And where old George found himself
Out at the crossroads
the Devil's bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it
Hit what he to hit
But it always work that way

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

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

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