Luyện nghe bài hát Country Blues

come all you time people
I've got money to spend
tomorrow might be
and I'd neither have a dollar nor a
I've got plenty of money in my pocket
my good time are around
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 back an
sayin honey I'm a coming go your
but I'm still round
this old jail this evening
forty dollars won't pay my
corn whiskey has surrounded my body boy
and my woman is my mind
Lord my daddy told me a good people
and my momma she told me
said son if you quit your rowdy ways
you'll trouble at your door
if it wasn't for heartaches and trouble people
Lord i would not be here
i will ramble this world over
at home i stay
give me bread
on the when I'm hungry
something and cool when I'm dry
and a true loving woman to by me
sweet when i die
go dig a hole in the good people
make it in that cold cold ground
then gather around all you kind
and see this poor go down
and I'm dead and they buried me
with my pale turned to the sun
you stand around and moan little woman
and think of the way you done