Luyện nghe bài hát Folsom Prison Blues

Well I hear that a comming, its rollin round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't when
Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time dragging on
But that just keeps on rollin, on down to San Anton

When I was just a baby, mama me son
She said always be a good boy, don't you ever play guns
But I shoot a man in Reno, to what he die
When I hear that lonesome whitsle blow, I hang my down and cry

Well I bet theres folk eating in some fancy dining car
Probably drinking coffee, big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be
But that train just keeps on rollin, thats tortures me

on rollin...

Well if they freed me that prison and that railroad train was mine
I bet I move it on just a farther down that line
Far Folson Prison is where I want to stay
Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, my blues away

Well I let that whistle blow, just blow my blues away