Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Jones' Blues

(Spoken:
Who's knockin' on that door

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

Sam Jones his lawful wife, just to step around
Came home, 'bout a year
Took it for his brown
to his accustomed shore
And he his knuckles sore
His she came, but to his shame
She his face no more
Sam said, "I'm husband, dear"
But she said, "Dear, that's to hear"

You talkin' to Mrs. Jones
You to Miss 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 your home sweet home
But now all mine, for all time
I'm free and livin' all
Don't need your clothes, don't need your
Don't your ones and twos
Though I rich, I know my stitch
I earned my strutting
Say, hand me the key that unlocks my front
Because bell don't read Sam Jones no more, no
You talkin' to Mrs. Jones
You to Miss Wilson now