Luyện nghe bài hát Drying Crapshooter's Blues

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

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

What broke Jesse's heart he was blue and all alone
Sweet packed up and gone
Police up and shot my friend Jesse down
Boys i got to die

He had a gang of and gamblers at his bedside
Here are the he had to say:

Guess I ought to
Exactly how I to go
(How you go, Jesse?)

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

I want a gang of gamblers gathered my coffin-side
card printed on my hearse
Don't say the crapshooters'll grieve over me
My life been a doggone

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

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

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

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