Luyện nghe bài hát St John The Gambler

When she had twenty she turned to her mother
Saying mother, I know that you'll
But I've given my soul to St. the gambler
Tomorrow time to leave

For the hills cannot hold my sorrow forever
And dead men lie deep 'round the
The only salvation mine for the asking
So mother, think on me no

An' winter high 'round the mountains breast
And the of a thousand snows
Lay upon the forests leaf
But she dressed in

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

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

She heard his laughter right down the mountains
And with her mothers tears
To a drawn a calico
the cross of twenty years

To a funeral drawn a
'Neath the of twenty years