Luyện nghe bài hát St John The Gambler

When she had twenty years she turned to her
Saying mother, I know that grieve
But I've given my to St. John the gambler
Tomorrow comes time to

For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow
And dead men lie deep the door
The only salvation that's for the asking
So mother, think on me no

An' winter held high 'round the mountains
And the of a thousand snows
Lay heaped the forests leaf
But she in calico

For a gambler likes his women
she would be
And the fire of her longing keep 'way the cold
And her dress was a to see

But the road was long beneath the
She her frozen breath
In of a certain St. John the gambler
Stumbling to her

She his laughter right down from the mountains
And danced her mothers tears
To a funeral drawn a
the cross of twenty years

To a drawn a calico
'Neath the of twenty years