Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bad John

Big John. Big John.

Every morning at the mine you see him arrive.
He stood six-foot-six and twofortyfive.
King of broad at the
at at the hip

and everybody knew you did'nt no lip to Big John.

seemed to know where John called home.
He just drifted into and stayed all alone.
He did'nt say much a a quiet and shy

and if you at all
you said "hi" to Big John.

Big John. Big John. Big John.

Big Bad John.

Nobody said he came New Orleans

where he got in a fight over a Cajun

and a crashing blow from a huge hand

a Louisiana fellow to the promised land. Big John.

Big John. Big John. Big John.

Big John.

Then came the day at the of the mine

a timber cracked and the men started craying.
Miners praying and hearts beat fast

and thought that they'd breathed their last 'cept John.

the dust and smoke of this man made hell
walked a giant of a man that the knew well.
Grabbed a sagging timber and gave out a grown

and a giant oak tree
stood there alone. Big John.

Big John. Big John. Big John.

Big John.

And with all of his
he a mighty shove;
then a yelled out
there's a up above!
And men scrambled from a would be grave

and now there's one left down there to save
Big John.

With and timbers they started back down

then that rumble way down in the ground

and smoke and gas out of that mine

knew
it was the end of the for for Big John.

Big John. Big John. Big John.

Big Bad John.

Now they never that worthless pit

they just a marble stand in front of it;
These few words are on that stand:
At the bottom of this mine a big
big Big John.

Big John. Big John.

Big Bad John.

Big John. Big John. ...

Big Bad ...