Luyện nghe bài hát More About John Henry

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

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

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

There was a man named Lee in Argenta
A man with a big 44
You know he shot his woman and took a shot at Poor Selma
But old won't be shootin' anymore
He had to quit it, 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 broke out in a song that was wrote by Blind
He said, "Julie Anne, I'm my say"
He said, "I love you but I do not like your ways"

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

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

From that day on John was a changed man
All he did was just work all the
Well he worked till the muscles in his gave out
Then he right on a workin' in his mind
Don't do it 'cause a man ain't to work all the time

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

Well they allow that work killed John Henry
I'm gonna that allowin' up to you
Well was he killed by hard work or was he by bad women
Be that this ain't happenin' to you
Quit working when your day's work is through

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