Luyện nghe bài hát Mean as Hell

The Devil in Hell we're told was
A thousand years he remained
He neither nor did he groan
But was determined to start a of his own

Where he torment the souls of men
being chained in a prison pen
So he asked the if he had on hand
Anything when he made this land

The Lord said yes a plenty on hand
But I it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy the stuff is so
I don't think you could use it as the anymore

But the Devil went down to look at the
And said if he took it as a gift he was
For after lookin' that over and well
He said this is too dry for Hell

But in to get it off his hand
The Lord promised the Devil to water the

So trade was closed and was given
And the Lord went back to his in Heaven
And the Devil now I got all what's needed
To make it good and he succeeded

He began by thorns all over the trees
He mixed up the sand with millions of
He scattered tarantulas the road
Put on cactus and horns on toad

Lengthened the horns of the Texas
Put an to the rabbits ear
Put a little Devil in the steed
And the feet of the centipede

The rattlesnake you the scorpion stings
The delights you with his buzzing wings
The sunburst are and so the ants
And if you sit down need have soles on your pants

The wild boar roams on a chaparral
It's a Hell of a place that he has for a
The heat in the are hundred and ten
Too hot for the Devil, too hot for men

The red grows upon the banks of the brook
The Mexican use it in all that he
Just dine it one of 'em and you're bound to shout
I've Hell on the as well as the out

My hands are calloused July to
I use a big to navigate by
Fight off the to drink from my well
So I have to be, as Hell

A sheep herder came and put up a
I saw him one day but I ain't him since
But if you need any mutton we got mutton to
We're cowpunchers and mean as Hell

Neither me nor my pony's got a
But he takes me I'm wantin' to be
I'll ride him to death and when he is
I'll get me one, mean as Hell

I shot me a calf and I cut off her
the boys in the bunkhouse are wantin' to be fed
They rise in chime with the five thirty
And the best one of any of 'em, is as Hell