Luyện nghe bài hát Death Row Blues

You might be a rich man, living upon the hill,
down to China town, just for a thrill.
I be a prisoner, waitin' on death row.

No who you are,
when your has come,
you go.

Feeling mighty lonesome, behind these bars.
Countin' of the days, my scars.
I can't tell the future, but I know:
my countin' days are over, I got to go.

When you came to the world, they gave a spoon.
I was in a shotgun shed, on the last day of June.
I'm to leave this world, my friend, without much to show.
But I'm so glad I got to my song, before I go.

gonna remember my song, when I go.