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
was hard and cold like ice

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

broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all alone
Sweet Lorena packed up and
walked 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
how I wants to go
(How you go, Jesse?)

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

I want a gang of gamblers gathered my coffin-side
Crooked printed on my hearse
say the crapshooters'll never grieve over me
My life been a doggone

Send poker players to the
Dig my grave with the ace of
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 pair of dice in my (then what?)
Let a deck of be my tombstone
I got the crapshooter's blues

Sixteen real good
Sixteen bootleggers to sing a
racket men gamblin'
Couple tend bar while i'm along

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