Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues

Well now Jesse was a
and day
He crooked cards 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
Sweet Lorena 'outta atlanta
She done stole his heart him
And she was married to a man
With a on a hill
But Jesse had to see her
So come the shadows of
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 eight
Around his
To hear the he had to say
"guess I know exactly hows I wanna 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 eight men are coming back
I gamblers
Gathered my coffin side,
A crooked card my hearse
Don't say the
Are allowed to over me
That doggone curse
Water my with some moonshine
Now dig it with the ace of
I want 12 in my funeral march
High 'bout to led the parade
I want that judge who me
14 to put a,
A of dice in my shoes
Let a of cards be my tombstone buddy,
I got the dyin' blues

16 real good
16 bootlegger to sing songs
16 hobos off the casey
To kick up dust I'm rollin' along
(All the
That I used to
way before
Kiss me from my to my toes
me paper and pen
So I can write about my of sin couple bottles of gin
In case I get in)
Or
(I want 22 women at the hampton
And 26 off-a South
But just 1 'outta north atlanta
To me pleasure 'fore I gets to hell)
Well his head was
His heart was
Jesse down bouncin' and jumpin' said,
"folks don't be standin moanin' and cryin"
He wants everybody to do the whilst he dies
One foot up and a draggin'
Throw my buddy
In the wagon
Come here
With your can of
Dyin' blues (help me)
The crapshooter's blues
Goin down the dyin' crapshooter's blues