Luyện nghe bài hát Country Blues

come all you good people
while got money to spend
might be Monday
and I'd neither have a nor a friend
well I've got plenty of money in my
my good time friends are
but as soon as my is empty
not a friend on earth can be found
i wrote my woman a letter good people
and i her i was in jail
she sent me an answer
sayin honey I'm a coming go your
but I'm still round
this old jail this evening
dollars won't pay my fine
corn whiskey has surrounded my body boy
and my woman is my mind
Lord my told me a pretty good people
and my she told me more
said son if you don't your rowdy ways
you'll trouble at your door
if it wasn't for heartaches and trouble good
Lord i would not be today
i will ramble this world over
at home i cannot
me corn bread
on the table when I'm
something and cool when I'm dry
and a true woman to stand by me
sweet when i die
go dig a hole in the meadow good
it deep in that cold cold ground
then gather all you kind friends
and see poor rounder go down
and when I'm dead and buried me
with my pale face to the sun
will you around and moan little woman
and of the way you have done