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 hounds
to my place

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

They turn the hounds and let 'em run
a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
Talk about the days when they 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 and Mississippi Sam
together in Vietnam
Mean as but they say
"Yes, ma'am" to your

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

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

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

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

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

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