Luyện nghe bài hát Country Blues

come all you good people
while I've got money to
tomorrow be Monday
and I'd have a dollar nor a friend
well I've got of money in my pocket
my good friends are around
but as as my pocketbook is empty
not a on this earth can be found
i wrote my little a letter good people
and i her i was in jail
she sent me back an
sayin I'm a coming go your bail
but I'm walking round
old jail house this evening
forty won't pay my fine
corn has surrounded my body poor 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 quit your rowdy ways
have trouble at your door
if it wasn't for heartaches and trouble good
Lord i would not be here
i will ramble this whole world
at home i cannot
give me corn
on the when I'm hungry
something tall and when I'm dry
and a true woman to stand by me
sweet heaven i die
go dig a hole in the meadow good
it deep in that cold cold ground
then gather around all you friends
and see this rounder go down
and I'm dead and they buried me
with my pale face to the sun
you stand around and moan little woman
and of the way you have done