Luyện nghe bài hát St. James Infirmary

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

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

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

Let her go, let her go, God her,
she may be,
She can search this world
Never find man like me.

Yes, sixteen black horses
To that rubber tied hack.
Well, it's seventeen miles to the
But my baby's never back.

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