Luyện nghe bài hát St. James Infirmary

I went to old Joe's bar room
On the by the square.
Well, the were bein' served as usual,
And motley crowd was there.

Well, on my left Joe McKennedy
And his eyes bloodshot red.
he told me that sad story,
These were the words he

I down to the St. James infirmary,
I saw my there,
She was stretched out on a white table,
So cold, and fine, and fair.
Go ahead!

Let her go, let her go, God her,
she may be,
She can this world over
find another man like me.

Yes, coal black horses
To pull that rubber hack.
Well, seventeen miles to the graveyard
But my never comin' back.

Well, now you've my story,
Well, have round of booze
And if anyone ever, ever ask you
I've got the St. infirmary blues!