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. John the
Tomorrow comes to leave

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

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

For a likes his women fancy
she would be
And the of her longing would keep 'way the cold
And her was a sight 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 her mothers tears
To a funeral a calico
'Neath the cross of twenty

To a funeral a calico
'Neath the cross of twenty