Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every Friday evening about
Old Black Jack Fletcher and Sam
Come ridin' their and leading 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 and point to a jug
in the spring

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They knew life was just a of the draw
So they played a with the local law
Laughin' and
"A comes before a hangin'"

Now I take nothin' for those days
And every now and then I visit graves
And as the moon in the haze
I have me a drink to and Sam