Luyện nghe bài hát St John The Gambler

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

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

An' winter held high the mountains breast
And the cold of a snows
Lay heaped upon the forests
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 was a sight to see

But the was long beneath the feet
She followed her breath
In of a certain St. John the gambler
Stumbling to her

She heard his laughter down from the mountains
And danced with her tears
To a funeral a calico
'Neath the cross of years

To a funeral drawn a
'Neath the of twenty years