Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues

Well now Jesse was a
and day
He crooked cards and dice
Son of a guy,
He but had no
His heart was and cold like ice
was a wild reckless gambler
The one he could not win
Sweet Lorena 'outta atlanta
She stole his heart from him
And she was to a rich man
With a on a hill
But had to see her still
So the shadows of night
He around
And he cut the old man
his heart
Left him out alone
Sweet packed up and gone
And the police up
And shot my friend
Said "Boys, I die today"
He had eight
his bedside
To hear the he had to say
"guess I 'otta know exactly hows I to go"
How you go 'ole Jesse?
Eight crapshooter to be my
Let 'em all be bailed in black
I nine men
to the graveyard, buddy
But just eight men are coming
I gamblers
around my coffin side,
A crooked upon my hearse
Don't say the
Are allowed to over me
That there curse
Water my grave with some
Now dig it the ace of spades
I want 12 polices in my march
sheriff 'bout to led the parade
I want judge who jailed me
14 to put a,
A pair of dice in my
Let a deck of cards be my buddy,
I got the dyin' blues

16 good crapshooters
16 bootlegger to sing songs
16 hobos off the line
To kick up dust while I'm rollin'
(All the
That I to know
way before
Kiss me from my to my toes
Give me and pen
So I can write about my of sin couple bottles of gin
In I don't get in)
Or
(I 22 women at the hampton hotel
And 26 off-a South
But just 1 woman 'outta atlanta
To give me pleasure I gets to hell)
his head was achin'
His heart was
Jesse went down bouncin' and said,
"folks don't be standin around and cryin"
He wants everybody to do the charleston whilst he
One foot up and a draggin'
my buddy Jesse
In the wagon
here mama
With your can of
Dyin' crapshooter's (help me)
The dyin' crapshooter's
Goin down the dyin' crapshooter's blues