Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

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

They holler, "Hey, son, have you got a
Gonna it hard on you if in you ain't
I'd and point to a jug
in the spring

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

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

Well, Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought in Vietnam
Mean as hell but say
"Yes, ma'am" to momma

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

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

Well, there ain't no doubt they were both
Turnin' yellow corn alcohol
But they never 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 life was just a luck of the draw
So they a game with the local law
and sayin'
"A catchin' before a hangin'"

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