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.
Feelin' like I feel today,
tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, ma git away.

Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man by her apron 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 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 loves his pie,
Lak a Kentucky loves his mint an' rye.
love 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 wile '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."
Help me to Cairo, make Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old Jeff,
Gwine to pin 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 rock in the sea.

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

You ought to see dat stovepipe of mine,
Lak he owns de Joseph line,
He'd make a cross-eyed o'man go blin'.
Blacker midnight, teeth lak flags of truce,
Blackest man in de of Saint Louis,
Blacker de berry, am de juice.
a crap game, he knows a pow'ful lot,
But when worktime comes, on de dot.
Gwine to ask him for a ten-spot,
What it to git it, he's cert'nly got.

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

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

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