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 game he not win
Sweet 'outta north atlanta
She done stole his heart him
And she was married to a man
With a house on a
But had to see her still
So the shadows of night
He around
And he cut the old man
his heart
Left him out alone
Lorena packed up and gone
And the walked up
And shot my friend
"Boys, I gotta die today"
He had eight
his bedside
To the words he had to say
"guess I 'otta know exactly hows I to go"
How you wanna go Jesse?
Eight crapshooter to be my
Let 'em all be bailed down in
I want men
Going to the graveyard,
But just eight men are coming
I want
around my coffin side,
A crooked card my hearse
say the crapshooters
Are to grieve over me
there doggone curse
Water my grave with some
Now dig it the ace of spades
I want 12 polices in my funeral
High 'bout to led the parade
I want that who jailed me
14 to put a,
A pair of in my shoes
Let a of cards be my tombstone buddy,
I got the dyin' crapshooters

16 good crapshooters
16 bootlegger there to sing
16 hobos off the line
To kick up dust I'm rollin' along
(All the
I used to know
From way
Kiss me 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 South Bell
But just 1 'outta north atlanta
To give me pleasure 'fore I to hell)
Well his head was
His heart was
Jesse went down and jumpin' said,
"folks don't be standin moanin' and cryin"
He everybody to do the charleston whilst he dies
One foot up and a toenail
Throw my Jesse
In the wagon
Come mama
your can of booze
Dyin' crapshooter's (help me)
The crapshooter's blues
Goin down the dyin' crapshooter's blues