Luyện nghe bài hát Drying Crapshooter's Blues

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

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

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

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

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 nine men going to the graveyard, bubba
And men comin back

I want a gang of gathered 'round my coffin-side
Crooked card on my hearse
say the crapshooters'll never 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 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 dyin' blues

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

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