Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues

Well now Jesse was a
and day
He used crooked cards and
Son of a guy,
He but had no
His heart was and cold like ice
Jesse was a wild gambler
The one he could not win
Lorena 'outta north atlanta
She done stole his from him
And she was married to a man
With a house on a
But had to see her still
So come the of night
He came
And he cut the old man
Broke his
Left him cold out
Lorena packed up and gone
And the walked up
And shot my friend
Said "Boys, I die today"
He had crapshooters
Around his
To the words 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 down in black
I nine men
Going to the graveyard,
But just eight men are coming
I want
around my coffin side,
A crooked card my hearse
Don't say the
Are allowed to grieve me
That doggone curse
Water my with some moonshine
Now dig it with the ace of
I want 12 polices in my funeral
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 be my tombstone buddy,
I got the dyin' crapshooters

16 good crapshooters
16 bootlegger there to songs
16 hobos off the line
To up dust while I'm rollin' along
(All the
That I used to
From way
Kiss me from my 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 South
But just 1 woman 'outta atlanta
To give me pleasure I gets to hell)
his head was achin'
His was thumpin
Jesse went down and jumpin' said,
"folks don't be standin moanin' and cryin"
He wants everybody to do the charleston whilst he
One foot up and a draggin'
Throw my buddy
In the hoodoo
here mama
With can of booze
crapshooter's blues (help me)
The dyin' crapshooter's
down with the dyin' crapshooter's blues