Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louis Blues

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

Saint Louis woman wid her rings
dat man 'roun' by her apron strings.
'Twant for 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 lak a rock cast in the sea.

Or else he have gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie,
Lak a Kentucky Col'nel his mint 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,
I'm most 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."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint by maself,
Git to Cairo, ma old friend Jeff,
Gwine to pin maself to his side;
If ah flag his train, I can ride.
Got de Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be.
That man got a heart lak a rock in the sea.

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

You to see dat stovepipe brown of mine,
Lak he owns de Dimon' line,
He'd make a cross-eyed go stone blin'.
Blacker midnight, teeth lak flags of truce,
Blackest man in de of Saint Louis,
Blacker de berry, am de juice.
About a crap game, he knows a lot,
But worktime 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 Saint Louis Blues jes as as ah can be.
Dat man got a heart lak a cast in the sea.
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far me. Doggone it!
I day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie,
Lak a Kentucky loves his mint an' rye.
I'll ma baby till the day ah die.

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

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

Oh, to ashes and dust to dust, I said ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
If my blues get you, my jazzing must.