Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

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

They holler, "Hey, son, have you got a
Gonna make it on you if in you ain't
I'd grin and to a jug
Coolin' in the

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

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

Well, Black Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
together in Vietnam
Mean as but they say
"Yes, ma'am" to your

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

Well, old Jack Fletcher was an ornery man
And Mississippi Sam didn't give a
They'd steal a lady a man
he was lookin'

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

Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Always in and out of a jam
up their own law of the land
While a

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

Now I wouldn't nothin' for those days
And every now and then I visit their
And as the moon in the haze
I have me a to Fletcher and Sam