Luyện nghe bài hát Folsome Prison Blues

I the train a-comin', it's rollin round the bend,
And I seen the sunshine since... I don't know when.
I'm stuck in Prison and time keeps dragging on,
But that train keeps a-rollin', on to San Anton.

When I was just a baby my mama me, "Son,
"always be a good boy, don't ever with guns."
But I shoot a man in Reno, just to him die.
When I hear that whistle blowin', I my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy car.
They're probably drinkin' and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it comin', I I can't be free,
But those keep a-movin', and that's what tortures me.

Well if freed me from this prison, if railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd it on a little farther down the line.
Far from Prison, that's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle my blues away.