Luyện nghe bài hát More About John Henry

{The Storytellers and I were a show down in Meridian, Mississippi
And these friends of came up
And brought me this real old book John Henry
And they me if they let me read this old book
I'd write a song about it
And they did and I did and I it 'More about John Henry'}

First of all John was a black man
He was born where the sun ever shine
He was six tall he didn't know his own strength
But he did not swing the all the time
Of course he didn't, Henry had some women on his mind

There was a woman the street named Poor Selma
Loved John Henry a natural man
John Henry Poor Selma just like he was quittin' work
He loved that of Julie Anne
And what is it a stinger-ree is else you understand

was a man named Stacker Lee in Argenta
A little man a big 44
You know he shot his woman down and took a shot at Poor
But old Stacker won't be anymore
He had to it, John Henry laid him dead on the floor

John Henry Stacker Lee in the river
he said, "I've got a say so to say"
He out in a song that was wrote by Blind Leonard
He said, "Julie Anne, I'm my say"
He said, "I you but I do not like your lowdown ways"

Well John Henry to a conjurin' woman
Said, "This misery no way to live"
Somebody's back creeping on my pretty Julie Anne
Conjure woman had a say so to
She said, "John Henry", she said, "That's the way things is"

John Henry went to a Hell bustin' man
Said, "I'm deep in my soul"
Well that Hell buster prayed John Henry's sins
And they me that the thunder did roll
Sweet Jesus a frightenin' sight to behold

From day on John Henry was a changed man
All he did was work all the time
he worked till the muscles in his body gave out
Then he kept right on a workin' in his
Don't do it 'cause a man supposed to work all the time

Julie Anne said, "John Henry I you"
Selma said, "John Henry you're my man"
Ruby said, "I'm gonna cook ye up some greens and some lean
With corn in a four foot pan with lotsa cracklins
But John was a different kinda man

Well they allow that work killed John Henry
I'm leave that allowin' up to you
Well was he killed by hard or was he killed by bad women
Be sure that this happenin' to you
Quit working when day's work work is through

a man ain't supposed to work all the time
And you know ain't just the way the things is
A stinger-ree is else you understand
Quit working when your day's work is through
God you