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 was hard and cold like ice
was a wild reckless gambler
The one he could not win
Lorena 'outta north atlanta
She stole his heart from him
And she was to a rich man
With a on a hill
But Jesse had to see her
So the shadows of night
He came
And he cut the old man
his heart
Left him out alone
Lorena packed up and gone
And the walked up
And shot my down
"Boys, I gotta die today"
He had crapshooters
Around his
To the words he had to say
"guess I know exactly hows I wanna to go"
How you wanna go 'ole
Eight crapshooter to be my
Let 'em all be down in black
I nine men
to the graveyard, buddy
But just eight men are coming
I gamblers
around my coffin side,
A card upon my hearse
say the crapshooters
Are allowed to over me
That there curse
my grave with some moonshine
Now dig it the ace of spades
I want 12 in my funeral march
High sheriff to led the parade
I want that who jailed me
14 to put a,
A pair of in my shoes
Let a of cards be my tombstone buddy,
I got the dyin' blues

16 real crapshooters
16 bootlegger to sing songs
16 hobos off the casey
To up dust while I'm rollin' along
(All the
That I to know
way before
Kiss me my head to my toes
me paper and pen
So I can write about my life of sin bottles of gin
In I don't get in)
Or
(I want 22 women at the hotel
And 26 off-a Bell
But 1 woman 'outta north atlanta
To give me pleasure I gets to hell)
his head was achin'
His heart was
went down bouncin' and jumpin' said,
"folks don't be standin moanin' and cryin"
He everybody to do the charleston whilst he dies
One foot up and a toenail
my buddy Jesse
In the hoodoo
Come mama
With can of booze
crapshooter's blues (help me)
The crapshooter's blues
Goin down with the dyin' crapshooter's