Luyện nghe bài hát Country Blues

come all you good time
while I've got money to
tomorrow might be
and I'd neither have a nor a friend
well I've got plenty of in my pocket
my good time are around
but as as my pocketbook is empty
not a friend on earth can be found
i wrote my little woman a letter good
and i her i was in jail
she sent me an answer
honey I'm a coming go your bail
but I'm still round
this old jail this evening
forty dollars pay my fine
whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy
and my woman is my mind
Lord my daddy told me a good people
and my momma she me more
said son if you don't quit rowdy ways
have trouble at your door
if it wasn't for heartaches and trouble good
Lord i not be here today
i will ramble this world over
at home i cannot
me corn bread
on the when I'm hungry
something and cool when I'm dry
and a loving woman to stand by me
sweet heaven i die
go dig a hole in the good people
it deep in that cold cold ground
then around all you kind friends
and see this poor rounder go
and when I'm and they buried me
with my face turned to the sun
will you stand around and moan woman
and think of the way you have