Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues

Well now was a gambler
and day
He used crooked and dice
Son of a guy,
He but had no
His was hard and cold like ice
Jesse was a wild gambler
The one he could not win
Lorena 'outta north atlanta
She done stole his heart him
And she was married to a man
With a house on a
But had to see her still
So come the shadows of
He came
And he cut the old man
his heart
Left him out alone
Sweet Lorena up and gone
And the walked up
And my friend down
Said "Boys, I die today"
He had crapshooters
his bedside
To the words he had to say
"guess I 'otta exactly hows I wanna to go"
How you wanna go Jesse?
Eight crapshooter to be my
Let 'em all be down in black
I want men
to the graveyard, buddy
But just eight men are coming
I gamblers
around my coffin side,
A crooked card upon my
say the crapshooters
Are allowed to over me
That there doggone
my grave with some moonshine
Now dig it the ace of spades
I want 12 polices in my march
High 'bout to led the parade
I want that judge who me
14 to put a,
A pair of dice in my
Let a deck of be my tombstone buddy,
I got the crapshooters blues

16 real crapshooters
16 bootlegger there to songs
16 off the casey line
To up dust while I'm rollin' along
(All the
That I used to
way before
Kiss me from my head to my
me paper and pen
So I can write about my life of sin couple of gin
In case I get in)
Or
(I want 22 women at the hampton
And 26 off-a Bell
But just 1 'outta north atlanta
To me pleasure 'fore I gets to hell)
Well his was achin'
His was thumpin
Jesse down bouncin' and jumpin' said,
"folks be standin around moanin' and cryin"
He wants to do the charleston whilst he dies
One foot up and a draggin'
Throw my buddy
In the hoodoo
Come here
With your can of
Dyin' crapshooter's (help me)
The crapshooter's blues
down with the dyin' crapshooter's blues