Luyện nghe bài hát Drying Crapshooter's Blues

Little Jesse was a gambler, and day
He used cards and dice.
Sinful guy, hearted but had no soul
Heart was hard and like ice

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

What broke Jesse's heart while he was and all alone
Sweet Lorena packed up and
Police walked up and shot my Jesse down
Boys i got to die

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

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

crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Let 'em be veiled down in
I want men going to the graveyard, bubba
And men comin back

I want a of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side
Crooked printed on my hearse
Don't say the crapshooters'll never over me
My been a doggone curse

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

I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14
Put a of dice in my shoes (then what?)
Let a of cards be my tombstone
I got the crapshooter's blues

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

He wanted 22 womens the Hampton Hotel
26 off-a Bell
29 women outta North