Luyện nghe bài hát Country Blues

come all you good time
while I've got money to
tomorrow might be
and I'd have a dollar nor a friend
well I've got plenty of money in my
my good time are around
but as soon as my pocketbook is
not a friend on this earth can be
i wrote my little woman a letter good
and i told her i was in
she me back an answer
sayin honey I'm a coming go bail
but I'm walking round
this old jail house this
forty dollars won't pay my
corn whiskey has surrounded my poor boy
and my woman is troubling my
Lord my daddy told me a pretty people
and my she told me more
said son if you don't quit your rowdy
you'll have trouble at your
if it wasn't for and trouble good people
Lord i would not be here
i will this whole world over
at home i cannot
give me bread
on the table when I'm
something tall and when I'm dry
and a true loving 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 they me
with my pale face to the sun
you stand around and moan little woman
and think of the way you have