Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every Friday evening sundown
Old Black Jack Fletcher and Sam
Come ridin' their mules and leading their
Down to my

They holler, "Hey, son, you got a drink
make it hard on you if in you ain't
I'd and point to a jug
in the spring

They turn the loose and let 'em run
Drink a little whiskey and a lot of fun
Talk about the days when they younger
Than

Talk about the young and old
It was hard to believe all the stories
And I wondered how got to be as old
As are now

Well, Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought in Vietnam
Mean as but they say
"Yes, ma'am" to momma

They gambled away all the money made
Knowing they were never change their ways
Living out single day
another wasn't comin'

Well, old Black Jack Fletcher was an man
And Sam didn't give a damn
They'd steal a lady a man
While he was

Well, there ain't no doubt they were outlaws
Turnin' yellow corn into
But they hurt no one
Who didn't need a

Black Jack Fletcher and Sam
getting in and out of a jam
Makin' up their own law of the
a runnin'

They knew life was a luck of the draw
So they a game with the local law
and sayin'
"A catchin' before a hangin'"

Now I wouldn't take nothin' for days
And now and then I visit their graves
And as the hangs in the haze
I me a drink to Fletcher and Sam