Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louis Blues

I to see de evenin' sun go down,
to see de evenin' sun go down
'Cause ma baby, he done dis town.
tomorrow like I feel today,
Feel tomorrow like I today,
I'll my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon'
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her strings.
for powder an' for store-bought hair,
De man ah would not gone nowhere, nowhere.
Got de Saint Blues jes as blue as ah can be.
That man got a heart lak a cast in the sea.

Or else he wouldn't gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a schoolboy his pie,
Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his an' rye.
love ma baby till the day ah die.

Been to de gypsy to get ma tole,
To de gypsy, got ma fortune tole,
Cause I'm wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll.
Gypsy done tole me, "Don't you no black."
Yes, she done me, "Don't you wear no black.

Go to Louis, you can win him back."
me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, ma old friend Jeff,
Gwine to pin maself to his side;
If ah his train, I sho' can ride.
Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as as ah can be.
That man got a lak a rock cast in the sea.

Or he wouldn't have gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie,
Lak a Colonel loves his mint an' rye.
I'll ma baby till the day I die.

You ought to see dat brown of mine,
Lak he owns de Joseph line,
make a cross-eyed o'man go stone blin'.
Blacker than midnight, teeth lak of truce,
man in de whole of Saint Louis,
Blacker de berry, am de juice.
About a crap game, he knows a lot,
But when comes, he's on de dot.
to ask him for a cold ten-spot,
What it takes to git it, he's got.

Got de Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be.
Dat man got a heart lak a rock in the sea.
Or he wouldn't have gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a loves his pie,
Lak a Kentucky loves his mint an' rye.
love ma baby till the day ah die.

A black-headed gal makes a freight train the track, said a black-headed
Gal makes a freight train the track,
But a long tall gal makes a ball the jack.

Lawd, a blonde-headed woman makes a good man the town, I said
Blonde-headed woman makes a man leave the town,
But a red-headed woman makes a boy his papa down.

Oh, ashes to ashes and dust to dust, I said ashes to ashes and to dust,
If my don't get you, my jazzing must.