Luyện nghe bài hát Country Blues

come all you time people
while I've got to spend
tomorrow be Monday
and I'd neither a dollar nor a friend
well got plenty of money in my pocket
my good time friends are
but as as my pocketbook is empty
not a on this earth can be found
i wrote my woman a letter good people
and i her i was in jail
she sent me back an
sayin honey I'm a go your bail
but I'm still walking
this old jail house evening
forty dollars pay my fine
corn whiskey has surrounded my body boy
and my woman is troubling my
my daddy told me a pretty good people
and my momma she me more
said son if you don't quit your rowdy
you'll have trouble at your
if it wasn't for heartaches and trouble good
Lord i would not be here
i will this whole world over
at home i cannot
me corn bread
on the table when I'm
something tall and cool I'm dry
and a loving woman to stand by me
heaven when i die
go dig a in the meadow good people
make it deep in that cold cold
then gather all you kind friends
and see this poor go down
and when I'm and they buried me
with my pale face to the sun
will you stand around and little woman
and of the way you have done