Luyện nghe bài hát More About John Henry

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

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

There was a cross the street named Poor Selma
Loved John Henry like a man
John Henry quit Poor Selma 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 little man a big 44
You know he shot his woman down and took a shot at Selma
But old Stacker won't be anymore
He had to quit it, John 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"

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

Well John went to a Hell bustin' man
Said, "I'm tormented in my soul"
Well that Hell buster John Henry's sins away
And tell 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
Well he worked the muscles in his body gave out
Then he kept right on a workin' in his
Don't do it a man ain't supposed to work all the time

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

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

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