Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louis Blues

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

Saint Louis wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her strings.
'Twant for powder an' for hair,
De man ah love not gone nowhere, nowhere.
Got de Saint Blues jes as blue as ah can be.
man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea.

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

Been to de to get ma fortune tole,
To de gypsy, got ma fortune tole,
Cause I'm most 'bout ma Jelly Roll.
Gypsy tole me, "Don't you wear 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, find ma old Jeff,
Gwine to pin maself to his side;
If ah flag his train, I can ride.
Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as as ah can be.
That man got a heart lak a rock in the sea.

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

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

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

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

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

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