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 done dis town.
tomorrow like I feel today,
Feel tomorrow I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon'
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her strings.
'Twant for powder an' for hair,
De man ah love not gone nowhere, nowhere.
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 wouldn't gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie,
Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his an' rye.
I'll love ma till the day ah die.

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

Go to Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old Jeff,
to pin maself close 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 cast in the sea.

Or else he have gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a schoolboy his pie,
Lak a Kentucky Colonel his mint an' rye.
I'll love ma 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,
de berry, sweeter am de juice.
About a crap game, he a pow'ful lot,
But worktime comes, he's on de dot.
Gwine to ask him for a ten-spot,
What it takes to git it, cert'nly got.

Got de Saint Louis jes as blue as ah can be.
Dat man got a heart lak a cast 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 Col'nel loves his mint an' rye.
love ma baby till the day ah die.

A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, a black-headed
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 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 don't get you, my jazzing must.