Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues

Well now was a gambler
and day
He crooked cards 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
Sweet '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 the shadows of night
He around
And he cut the old man
Broke his
Left him out alone
Lorena packed up and gone
And the walked up
And shot my 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 go 'ole Jesse?
Eight to be my pallbearers
Let 'em all be bailed in black
I nine men
to the graveyard, buddy
But eight men are coming back
I gamblers
Gathered my coffin side,
A crooked card my hearse
say the crapshooters
Are to grieve over me
That doggone curse
my grave with some moonshine
Now dig it with the ace of
I want 12 polices in my march
High sheriff to led the parade
I that judge who jailed me
14 to put a,
A pair of in my shoes
Let a deck of cards be my buddy,
I got the dyin' crapshooters

16 real crapshooters
16 there to sing songs
16 hobos off the casey
To kick up dust while I'm along
(All the
I used to know
From way
me from my head 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 at the hampton hotel
And 26 off-a South
But 1 woman 'outta north atlanta
To give me 'fore I gets to hell)
his head was achin'
His heart was
went down bouncin' and jumpin' said,
"folks don't be standin moanin' and cryin"
He wants everybody to do the charleston he dies
One foot up and a toenail
my buddy Jesse
In the wagon
Come mama
With your can of
crapshooter's blues (help me)
The dyin' crapshooter's
Goin down with the dyin' crapshooter's