Luyện nghe bài hát Folsom Prison Blues

Who you to get crazy with Whitey
Don't you know I'm

I hear that a-comin'
Comin' the bend
And I ain't the sunshine
Since I don't know

I'm stuck in Folsom
Time keeps on
Andthat train just a-rollin'
On to San Antone

I was just a baby
My mama me, son
be a good boy
Don't ever with guns

But I shot a man in
to watch him die
When I hear that blowin'
I hang my and cry

I bet rich folks eatin'
From a dining car
probably drinking whiskey
And smoking big

Well, I I had it coming
I I can't be free
Those people keep
And that's tortures me

If they me from this prison
If that railroad was mine
I'd probably it just a little
Farther the line

Far Folsom Prison
That's where I long to
And I'd let lonesome whistle
Blow out my blues