Luyện nghe bài hát Frankie and Albert

Frankie and Albert were sweet
Lord how they could
Vowed to love one
Baby 'neath the above
It was her man and he was her wrong

Frankie went to the bar room
To get herself a of beer
Say hey to da' lone
Say hey has my lovely man been
It was my man, an' he was doing me

Bartender "Ms Frankie
I can't tell you no lie
He left about an hour ago
With that hussie Nelly Bly
It was your man, he was you wrong"

Frankie, she cried, she cried, she
Lord what I done?
I done give lovin' to man
He took my and run
It was my man, and he was me wrong

Albert saw comin', He say
"Oh Lord baby, don't you
Well you know, out under that red kimono"
The gun rootie toot toot
She shot that man he was doin' her wrong

Boo hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo
Frankie say baby have I done?
You know I shot the only man I a cold 41
It was my man an' he was doin' me

Play it for a

High Sheriff come clippety, clippety, clippety,
Clippety, clippety, the trail
I say, "Look here Frankie I'm gon' ya'
You shot yo' man,
I'm hafta' put cha in da' county jail"
'bout that man an' he was doin' her wrong

Frankie she in da' jail house
Now ya' know there ain't no one to go her
But 'cha know big Jim say
"I'm on you, try to get you outta that jail"
Tell yo' man 'cause he was doin' you wrong

An' our go on

Frankie an' Albert were
Lord how they could
to love one another
Underneath the stars
Talkin' 'bout that man an' he was doin' her