Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues

Well now Jesse was a
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 game he not win
Lorena 'outta north atlanta
She done stole his from him
And she was to a rich man
With a on a hill
But Jesse had to see her
So come the shadows of
He around
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
"Boys, I gotta die today"
He had eight
Around his
To hear the he had to say
"guess I 'otta know hows I wanna to go"
How you wanna go Jesse?
crapshooter to be my pallbearers
Let 'em all be down in black
I nine men
Going to the graveyard,
But eight men are coming back
I gamblers
around my coffin side,
A card upon my hearse
Don't say the
Are allowed to over me
That doggone curse
Water my grave with moonshine
Now dig it the ace of spades
I want 12 polices in my march
High sheriff 'bout to led the
I want that who jailed me
14 to put a,
A pair of in my shoes
Let a deck of cards be my buddy,
I got the crapshooters blues

16 real good
16 there to sing songs
16 off the casey line
To kick up while I'm rollin' along
(All the
That I used to
From way
Kiss me from my head to my
me paper 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 South Bell
But just 1 'outta north atlanta
To give me pleasure 'fore I to hell)
Well his was achin'
His was thumpin
Jesse went down bouncin' and said,
"folks don't be around moanin' and cryin"
He wants everybody to do the whilst he dies
One up and a toenail draggin'
Throw my Jesse
In the wagon
Come here
your can of booze
Dyin' blues (help me)
The crapshooter's blues
Goin down with the dyin' blues