Luyện nghe bài hát Cocain Blues

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

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

In the hot joint the pill
There walked the sheriff from Hill
Willy Lee your is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty that shot your woman down

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

When I was arrested, I was dressed in
They threw me on a freight train and me back
Had no who'd go my bail
They stuck my dried-up carcass in that Missouri

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

the courtroom my trial began
Where I was by twelve honest men
Yes, as the jury started out
I saw that judge commence to look about

In about five minutes walked in a man
Holding the verdict in his right
The verdict read in the 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 Penn
Ninety-nine years that ground
But I can't forget that day, I that bad bitch down

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