Luyện nghe bài hát St John The Gambler

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

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

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

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

But the road was long the feet
She followed her breath
In of a certain St. John 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 cross of years