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 heart was and cold like ice
was a wild reckless 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 of night
He around
And he cut the old man
his heart
Left him out alone
Sweet packed up and gone
And the walked up
And shot my friend
"Boys, I gotta die today"
He had eight
his bedside
To hear the he had to say
"guess I 'otta know exactly hows I to go"
How you wanna go 'ole
Eight crapshooter to be my
Let 'em all be bailed down in
I want men
Going to the graveyard,
But just eight men are back
I want
around my coffin side,
A crooked upon my hearse
Don't say the
Are to grieve over me
That there curse
Water my grave with moonshine
Now dig it the ace of spades
I 12 polices in my funeral march
High 'bout to led the parade
I want that judge who me
14 to put a,
A pair of dice in my
Let a deck of be my tombstone buddy,
I got the crapshooters blues

16 real good
16 bootlegger there to songs
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
me paper and pen
So I can write about my of sin couple bottles of gin
In I don't get in)
Or
(I want 22 women at the hotel
And 26 off-a Bell
But just 1 woman 'outta north
To give me 'fore I gets to hell)
Well his head was
His was thumpin
Jesse went bouncin' and jumpin' said,
"folks don't be around moanin' and cryin"
He everybody to do the charleston whilst he dies
One up and a toenail draggin'
Throw my Jesse
In the hoodoo
Come here
your can of booze
Dyin' blues (help me)
The dyin' crapshooter's
down with the dyin' crapshooter's blues