Luyện nghe bài hát Cocain Blues

Early one mornin' while the rounds
I took a shot of and I shot my baby down
I her down then I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my

Woke up next mornin' and I grabbed gun
Well, I took a shot of and away I run
Made a run but I run too slow
overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico

In the hot joint takin' the
There the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack shot your woman down

Yes, oh yes my is Billy Lee
If you've got a warrant you better it to me
I her down 'cause she made me sore
I I was her daddy but she had five more

I was arrested, I was dressed in black
They threw me on a freight and hauled me back
Had no friend who'd go my
They stuck my dried-up in that Missouri jail

Early next mornin', half past nine
I saw the sheriff comin' down the
sheriff yelled as he cleared his throat
Said, "Come on you dirty hackin' to the court"

Into the my trial began
I was judged by twelve honest men
Yes, as the jury started out
I saw little judge commence to look about

In about minutes then walked in a man
Holding the in his right hand
The verdict read in the degree
Well, I shouted, "Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me"

The he smiled, when he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin
Ninety-nine underneath that ground
But I can't forget that day, I that bad bitch down

Come on, you hot you listen unto me
Stay off that whiskey, and let cocaine be