Luyện nghe bài hát Mean as Hell

The in Hell we're told was chained
A thousand he there 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 the Lord if he had on hand
Anything left he made this land

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

But the Devil down to look at the truck
And said if he took it as a he was stuck
For after lookin' over carefully and well
He said place is too dry for Hell

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

So trade was closed and 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 putting thorns all the trees
He mixed up the sand millions of fleas
He tarantulas along the road
Put on cactus and horns on toad

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

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

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

The red pepper upon the banks of the brook
The Mexican use it in all that he
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 July to
I use a big to navigate by
off the wolves to drink from my well
So I have to be, mean as

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

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

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