Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Jones' Blues

(Spoken:
Who's knockin' on that door

You better get away that door
I don't know nobody Jones
You're in the right church, brother, but the pew)

Sam left his lawful wife, just to step around
Came back home, 'bout a
Took it for his brown
Went to his accustomed
And he knocked his sore
His wife she came, but to his
She knew his no more
Sam said, "I'm husband, dear"
But she said, "Dear, strange to hear"

You ain't talkin' to Mrs.
You to Miss Wilson now
I used to be your mate
But the done changed my fate
Was a you could-a' walked right in
And call place your home sweet home
But now it's all mine, for all
I'm and livin' all alone
Don't your clothes, don't need your rent
Don't need your and twos
I ain't rich, I know my stitch
I earned my shoes
Say, hand me the key that my front door
Because that bell don't read Sam no more, no
You ain't to Mrs. Jones
You speakin' to Miss now