Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every Friday about sundown
Old Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their mules and 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 and point to a jug
in the spring

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

about 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, Black Jack and Mississippi Sam
together in Vietnam
Mean as but they say
"Yes, ma'am" to momma

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

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

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

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

They knew life was just a luck of the
So they a game with the local law
Laughin' and
"A catchin' comes a hangin'"

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