Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Jones' Blues

(Spoken:
Who's that knockin' on door

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

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

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