Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

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

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

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

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

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

They away all the money they made
Knowing they were never change their ways
out every single day
Like another comin'

Well, old Black Jack was an ornery man
And Mississippi Sam give a damn
They'd steal a from a man
he was lookin'

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

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

They knew was just a luck of the draw
So they played a with the local law
Laughin' and
"A catchin' before a hangin'"

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