Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Jones' Blues

(Spoken:
Who's that on that door

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

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

You ain't to Mrs. Jones
You speakin' to Wilson now
I used to be your lawful
But the judge done my fate
Was a time you could-a' right in
And call this place home sweet home
But now all mine, for all time
I'm free and livin' all
Don't need your clothes, don't 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 unlocks my front
Because that bell don't Sam Jones no more, no
You talkin' to Mrs. Jones
You speakin' to Miss now