Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every Friday evening sundown
Old Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
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 the hounds loose and let 'em run
Drink a whiskey and have a lot of fun
Talk about the days when were younger
Than

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

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

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

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

Well, there ain't no doubt they both outlaws
Turnin' corn into alcohol
But they never no one
Who need a hurtin'

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

They life was just a luck of the draw
So they played a game the local law
Laughin' and
"A catchin' before a hangin'"

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