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 hard and like ice

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

What broke Jesse's heart he was blue and all alone
Sweet Lorena up and gone
walked up and shot my friend 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
how I wants to go
(How you go, Jesse?)

Eight crapshooters to be my
Let 'em be down in black
I want nine men to the graveyard, bubba
And men comin back

I want a gang of gathered 'round my coffin-side
Crooked printed on my hearse
Don't say the crapshooters'll never grieve 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
sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade

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

Sixteen real crapshooters
Sixteen to sing a song
Sixteen men gamblin'
Couple bar while i'm rollin' along

He wanted 22 womens outta the Hotel
26 off-a South
29 women North Atlanta