Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every Friday evening about
Old Black Jack Fletcher and Sam
ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
Down to my

They holler, "Hey, son, you got a drink
Gonna make it on you if in you ain't
I'd grin and to a jug
Coolin' in the

turn the hounds loose and let 'em run
Drink a little and have 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 wondered how 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 away all the money they made
Knowing they were never gonna their ways
out every single day
Like another comin'

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

Well, there ain't no doubt they both outlaws
yellow corn into alcohol
But they hurt no one
Who didn't need a

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

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