Luyện nghe bài hát St John The Gambler

When she had twenty years she turned to her
Saying mother, I know you'll grieve
But I've given my soul to St. John the
comes time to leave

For the hills hold back my sorrow forever
And men lie deep 'round the door
The only salvation that's for the asking
So mother, on me no more

An' held high 'round the mountains breast
And the cold of a snows
Lay heaped upon the forests
But she in calico

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

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

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

To a funeral drawn a
'Neath the of twenty years