Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Field

In the West Virginia hills there must be ten still
And they the biggest one outside of Blue Field
A little country town nothing else for miles around
I saw whiskey run like water down Blue Field
My trouble on that Tuesday afternoon
The sheriff told me federal men be here soon
He said we've up with a plan to catch Blue Field's slickest man
And we will as sure as I'm the sheriff of Blue
On a Wednesday I had ninety jars to cap didn't think they'd had the to set a trap
In the brush I heard a sound and I hit the ground
What I've shot might them runnin' back to Blue Field
Not a soul suspected me I was the sheriff's
I make whiskey but God knows I'd never
I know he was that close when I let my shotgun go
But I found I killed my friend the sheriff of Blue
I recall how my mama and my girl cried
When left with me for Roanoke for the trial
It's my night in this cell the last story I would tell
And I sit on row dreamin' about Blue Field
Blue Field Field oh Blue Field