Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louis Blues

I hate to see de 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 pack my trunk, ma git away.

Saint Louis wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her 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 wouldn't have gone so far me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a loves his pie,
Lak a Kentucky Col'nel his mint an' rye.
I'll love ma baby the day ah die.

Been to de to get ma fortune tole,
To de gypsy, done got ma 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."
Help me to Cairo, Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old Jeff,
Gwine to pin maself close to his
If ah flag his train, I can ride.
Got de Saint Louis 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 me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a loves his pie,
Lak a Kentucky loves his mint an' rye.
I'll love ma till the day I die.

You ought to see dat stovepipe of mine,
Lak he owns de Dimon' line,
He'd make a o'man go stone blin'.
than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce,
Blackest man in de whole of Louis,
de berry, sweeter am de juice.
About a game, he knows a pow'ful lot,
But worktime comes, he's on de dot.
Gwine to ask him for a ten-spot,
What it to git it, he's cert'nly 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 Col'nel his mint an' rye.
I'll ma baby till the day ah die.

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

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