Luyện nghe bài hát St John The Gambler

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

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

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

For a gambler his women 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 St. John the gambler
to her death

She heard his laughter right down from the
And with her mothers tears
To a funeral drawn a
'Neath the of twenty years

To a drawn a calico
the cross of twenty years