Luyện nghe bài hát Country Blues

come all you time people
while I've got to spend
tomorrow might be
and I'd have a dollar nor a friend
well I've got plenty of in my pocket
my time friends are around
but as soon as my pocketbook is
not a friend on this earth can be
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 walking round
this old jail house this
forty dollars won't pay my
whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy
and my woman is my mind
Lord my daddy me a pretty good people
and my momma she me more
said son if you don't quit your ways
you'll trouble at your door
if it for heartaches and trouble good people
Lord i would not be here
i will ramble this whole over
at i cannot stay
give me corn
on the table when I'm
tall and cool when I'm dry
and a true woman to stand by me
sweet heaven i die
go dig a hole in the meadow good
make it deep in that cold ground
then gather all you kind friends
and see this poor go down
and when I'm dead and they me
with my pale turned to the sun
will you stand around and moan woman
and of the way you have done