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
was a wild reckless gambler
The one game he not win
Sweet Lorena 'outta atlanta
She done stole his from him
And she was to a rich man
With a house on a
But Jesse had to see her
So come the of night
He around
And he cut the old man
Broke his
him cold out alone
Sweet Lorena packed up and
And the police up
And shot my friend
Said "Boys, I die today"
He had eight
his bedside
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
to the graveyard, buddy
But eight men are coming back
I want
Gathered around my side,
A crooked card my hearse
Don't say the
Are allowed to grieve me
That doggone curse
my grave with some moonshine
Now dig it the ace of spades
I want 12 polices in my funeral
High '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 cards be my buddy,
I got the dyin' blues

16 good crapshooters
16 bootlegger there to sing
16 hobos off the casey
To up dust while I'm rollin' along
(All the
I used to know
From way
Kiss me from my to my toes
Give me and pen
So I can write about my life of sin bottles of gin
In case I get in)
Or
(I want 22 women at the hotel
And 26 South Bell
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 around moanin' and cryin"
He everybody to do the charleston whilst he dies
One foot up and a draggin'
Throw my buddy
In the hoodoo
Come here
With can of booze
Dyin' crapshooter's (help me)
The dyin' blues
Goin down with the dyin' blues