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 my soul to St. John the gambler
Tomorrow comes to leave

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

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

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

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

She heard his right down from the mountains
And danced with her tears
To a drawn a calico
'Neath the of twenty years

To a funeral a calico
'Neath the cross of years