Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every Friday evening about
Old Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
ridin' 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 turn the loose and let 'em run
Drink a little and have a lot of fun
Talk about the days when were younger
Than

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

Well, Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in
as hell but they say
"Yes, ma'am" to your

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

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

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

Black Jack and Mississippi Sam
Always 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 played a game with the local law
Laughin' and
"A catchin' comes a hangin'"

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