Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every Friday about sundown
Old Black Jack and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their mules and leading their
Down to my

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

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

Talk the women 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 Fletcher and Sam
Fought together in
as hell but they say
"Yes, ma'am" to momma

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

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

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

Black Jack 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 of the draw
So they played a with the local law
and sayin'
"A catchin' before a hangin'"

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