Luyện nghe bài hát More About John Henry

{The Storytellers and I were doin' a show down in Meridian,
And these friends of came up
And brought me real old book about John Henry
And they told me if let me read this old book
I'd probably 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 ever shine
He was six feet tall he didn't know his own
But he did not swing the all the time
Of course he didn't, John had some women on his mind

There was a woman cross the street named Poor
Loved John Henry like a man
John Henry quit Poor Selma like he was quittin' work
He loved that stinger-ree of Anne
And what is it a 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 a shot at Poor Selma
But old Stacker won't be anymore
He had to quit it, John Henry laid him 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 Leonard
He said, "Julie Anne, I'm my say"
He said, "I love you but I do not your lowdown ways"

Well John Henry to a conjurin' woman
Said, "This ain't no way to live"
Somebody's back door creeping on my Julie Anne
Conjure had a say so to give
She said, "John Henry", she said, "That's just the way is"

John Henry went to a Hell bustin' man
Said, "I'm tormented in my soul"
Well Hell buster prayed John Henry's sins away
And they tell me that the thunder did
Jesus what 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 till the muscles in his body out
Then he right on a workin' in his mind
do it 'cause a man ain't supposed to work all the time

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

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

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