Luyện nghe bài hát More About John Henry

{The Storytellers and I doin' a show down in Meridian, Mississippi
And these of mine came up
And me this real old book about 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 John

First of all John was a black man
He was born where the sun don't ever
He was six feet 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

was a woman cross the street named Poor Selma
Loved John like a natural man
John Henry quit Poor Selma just 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 Stacker Lee in
A man with a big 44
You know he shot his woman down and took a shot at Poor
But old won't be shootin' anymore
He had to quit it, John Henry laid him on the floor

John Henry threw Stacker Lee in the
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 like your ways"

John Henry went to a conjurin' woman
Said, "This ain't no way to live"
Somebody's back door 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 Henry went to a Hell man
Said, "I'm deep in my soul"
Well that Hell buster John Henry's sins away
And they tell me that the thunder did
Jesus what a frightenin' sight to behold

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

Julie Anne said, "John Henry I you"
Poor Selma said, "John 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 with cracklins
But John was a different kinda man

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

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