Luyện nghe bài hát Roust-A-Bout

The fog is down the river
clouds hangin' mighty low
Well a long, long way
From ol' St Louis to the Gulf of

Well, I my home on the Mississippi
I'm roust-a-bout on the line
We hit the on a Monday morning
But we the ducks on a Saturday night

Well, I had me a girl way down in
I to stop every time I passed
she made off with a riverboat gambler with a new [unverified]

Well, I my home [unverified]

Now when I die, I've got one
lay me down in the cold, cold ground
Just take me out to the middle of the
And roll me and point me south

Well, I make my home