Luyện nghe bài hát Cocain Blues

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

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

In the hot takin' the pill
walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your down

Yes, oh yes my name is Lee
If you've got a you better read 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 train and me back
Had no friend go my bail
They my dried-up carcass in that Missouri jail

Early next mornin', 'round half nine
I saw the sheriff comin' the line
That sheriff yelled as he his throat
Said, "Come on you hackin' to the district court"

Into the my trial began
Where I was by twelve honest men
Yes, as the jury walkin' out
I saw that little judge commence to about

In about minutes then walked in a man
Holding the in his right hand
The read in the first degree
Well, I shouted, "Lordy, Lordy, please have 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 shot that bad bitch

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