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 and cold like ice

Jesse was a wild reckless
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 had even turned to stone.

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

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

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

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

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

poker players to the graveyard
Dig my grave with the ace of
I twelve polices in my funeral march
High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the

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

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

He wanted 22 womens outta the Hotel
26 South Bell
29 outta North Atlanta