Luyện nghe bài hát St John The Gambler

When she had twenty years she turned to her
Saying mother, I know that 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 deep the door
The only salvation mine for the asking
So mother, on me no more

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

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

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

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

To a funeral a calico
'Neath the of twenty years