Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every evening about sundown
Old Black Jack and Mississippi Sam
Come their mules and leading their hounds
Down to my

They holler, "Hey, son, have you got a
Gonna it hard on you if in you ain't
I'd grin and 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 they were younger
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 Jack Fletcher and 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 gonna their ways
out every single day
Like wasn't comin'

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

Well, ain't no doubt they were both outlaws
yellow corn into alcohol
But they 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

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

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