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 could torment the of men
Without chained in a prison pen
So he the Lord if he had on hand
Anything when he made this land

The said yes there's a plenty on hand
But I left it by the Rio Grande
The is ol' boy the stuff is so poor
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' over carefully and well
He this place is too dry for Hell

But in order to get it off his
The Lord promised the to water the land

So was closed and deed was given
And the Lord went back to his in Heaven
And the Devil said now I got all needed
To make it good Hell and he

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

Lengthened the horns of the steer
Put an to the rabbits ear
Put a Devil in the bronco steed
And poisoned the of the centipede

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

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

The red pepper grows upon the banks of the
The Mexican use it in all he cook
Just dine it with one of 'em and you're to shout
I've on the inside as well as the out

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

A herder came and put up a fence
I saw him one day but I seen him since
But if you any mutton we got mutton to sell
We're cowpunchers and we're as Hell

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

I shot me a and I cut off her head
'Cause the boys in the bunkhouse are to be fed
They rise in chime with the thirty bell
And the best one of any of 'em, is mean as