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 heart was hard and like ice
Jesse was a reckless gambler
The one he could not win
Sweet Lorena 'outta atlanta
She done stole his 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 came
And he cut the old man
his heart
Left him out alone
Sweet Lorena packed up and
And the police up
And shot my down
"Boys, I gotta die today"
He had crapshooters
Around his
To hear the he had to say
"guess I 'otta know exactly hows I to go"
How you wanna go 'ole
Eight to be my pallbearers
Let 'em all be bailed down in
I nine men
Going to the graveyard,
But just eight men are back
I gamblers
Gathered around my side,
A crooked card my hearse
say the crapshooters
Are allowed to grieve me
That doggone curse
Water my grave with moonshine
Now dig it with the ace of
I want 12 in my funeral march
High 'bout to led the parade
I want that who jailed me
14 to put a,
A pair of dice in my
Let a of cards be my tombstone buddy,
I got the crapshooters blues

16 real crapshooters
16 there to sing songs
16 hobos off the line
To kick up while I'm rollin' along
(All the
That I to know
From way
Kiss me my head to my toes
Give me and pen
So I can write my life of sin couple bottles of gin
In I don't get in)
Or
(I want 22 women at the hotel
And 26 off-a South
But just 1 woman 'outta north
To give me 'fore I gets to hell)
Well his was achin'
His was thumpin
went down bouncin' and jumpin' said,
"folks don't be standin around and cryin"
He everybody to do the charleston whilst he dies
One foot up and a draggin'
Throw my buddy
In the wagon
Come here
With your can of
crapshooter's blues (help me)
The dyin' crapshooter's
Goin down with the dyin' blues