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 was hard and cold like ice
was a wild reckless gambler
The one he could not win
Lorena 'outta north atlanta
She done his heart from him
And she was to a rich man
a house on a hill
But Jesse had to see her
So the shadows of night
He around
And he cut the old man
his heart
Left him cold out
Sweet Lorena up and gone
And the walked up
And shot my down
Said "Boys, I die today"
He had eight
his bedside
To the words he had to say
"guess I 'otta exactly hows I wanna to go"
How you wanna go Jesse?
Eight crapshooter to be my
Let 'em all be down in black
I want men
to the graveyard, buddy
But just eight men are coming
I gamblers
Gathered around my side,
A crooked card upon my
say the crapshooters
Are allowed to over me
That doggone curse
Water my grave with moonshine
Now dig it the ace of spades
I want 12 in my funeral march
High 'bout to led the parade
I that judge who jailed me
14 to put a,
A of dice in my shoes
Let a deck of cards be my buddy,
I got the dyin' blues

16 real crapshooters
16 bootlegger there to songs
16 hobos off the line
To kick up dust I'm rollin' along
(All the
That I to know
way before
Kiss me from my head to my
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 South
But just 1 woman 'outta north
To give me 'fore I gets to hell)
his head was achin'
His was thumpin
went down bouncin' and jumpin' said,
"folks don't be standin moanin' and cryin"
He everybody to do the charleston whilst he dies
One up and a toenail draggin'
Throw my Jesse
In the wagon
here mama
With can of booze
Dyin' blues (help me)
The dyin' crapshooter's
Goin down with the crapshooter's blues