Luyện nghe bài hát Folsome Prison Blues

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

I was just a baby my mama told 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 that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry.

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

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