Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louis Blues

I hate to see de sun go down,
Hate to see de sun go down
ma baby, he done lef' dis town.
Feelin' tomorrow like I today,
Feel like I feel 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 love would not nowhere, nowhere.
Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as as ah can be.
That man got a lak a rock cast in the sea.

Or else he wouldn't have so far from 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.

Been to de gypsy to get ma tole,
To de gypsy, done got ma tole,
Cause I'm most wile 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,
to pin maself close to his side;
If ah his train, I sho' can ride.
Got de Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be.
That man got a heart lak a cast in the sea.

Or else he 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.
I'll ma baby till the day I die.

You to see dat stovepipe brown of mine,
Lak he owns de Joseph line,
make a cross-eyed o'man go stone blin'.
Blacker than midnight, lak flags of truce,
man in de whole of Saint Louis,
Blacker de berry, am de juice.
a crap game, he knows a pow'ful lot,
But worktime comes, he's 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 heart lak a rock in the sea.
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far 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 a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed
Gal a freight train jump the track,
But a tall gal makes a preacher ball the jack.

Lawd, a woman makes a good man leave the town, I said
Blonde-headed 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 ashes and to dust,
If my blues get you, my jazzing must.