Luyện nghe bài hát Drying Crapshooter's Blues

Little was a gambler, night and day
He used crooked and dice.
guy, good hearted but had no soul
Heart was hard and cold ice

Jesse was a wild gambler
Won a gang of
a many gambler's heart he led in pain
Began to a-loose his money
to be blue, sad and all alone
His heart had turned to stone.

What broke Jesse's while he was blue and all alone
Sweet Lorena up and gone
Police walked up and my friend Jesse down
i got to die today

He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his
are the words he had to say:

Guess I to know
how I wants to go
(How you go, Jesse?)

Eight crapshooters to be my
Let 'em be veiled down in
I want nine men going to the graveyard,
And eight men comin

I a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side
Crooked printed on my hearse
Don't say the never grieve over me
My life been a curse

Send poker to the graveyard
Dig my grave the ace of spades
I want twelve in my funeral march
High sheriff blackjack, lead the parade

I want the judge and solic'ter who me 14 times
Put a pair of in my shoes (then what?)
Let a deck of be my tombstone
I got the dyin' blues

Sixteen real good
Sixteen to sing a song
Sixteen men gamblin'
Couple tend bar i'm rollin' along

He 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel
26 South Bell
29 women outta Atlanta