Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

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

They holler, "Hey, son, have you got a
Gonna make it hard on you if in you
I'd grin and to a jug
in the spring

They turn the hounds and let 'em run
Drink a little and have a lot of fun
Talk about the days when they were
Than

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

Well, Black Jack and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in
as hell but they say
"Yes, ma'am" to your

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

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

Well, there no doubt they were both outlaws
Turnin' yellow corn alcohol
But they never no one
Who didn't a hurtin'

Black Jack Fletcher and Sam
Always in and out of a jam
Makin' up own law of the land
While a

knew life was just a luck of the draw
So they played a game with the law
and sayin'
"A catchin' comes a hangin'"

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