Luyện nghe bài hát Drying Crapshooter's Blues

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

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

What broke heart while he was blue and all alone
Sweet Lorena packed up and
Police up and shot my friend Jesse down
i got to die today

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

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

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

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

Send poker to the graveyard
Dig my grave the ace of spades
I want twelve polices in my funeral
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 deck of cards be my
I got the dyin' crapshooter's

Sixteen good crapshooters
Sixteen to sing a song
racket men gamblin'
Couple tend bar while i'm rollin'

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