Luyện nghe bài hát Stack-A-Lee

Stack-a-Lee Billy Lyons
He shot that boy so
The went through Billy
it broke the glass

Stack-a-Lee around the corner
Where they shot Stack in his
Stack-a-Lee stumbling
In his door

He said mother, oh
Won't you me, over slow
I've been jabbed in my left
a police 44

When all the ladies, heard Stack
Oh was dead
Some come dressed in colors
came dressed in red

Oh it for him now

Lee went to the devil
To poor Billy's soul
But the poor boy he was
He had down to Shango

Now the devil heard a
A mighty rumbling, the ground
He said that be Mr. Stack pointing Billy

Now it seems that old
On top of his chair
He if you want Mr. Stack boy
Get him by

Now I you all my little story
And you all my little song
But Stack-a-Lee and Billy
both dead and gone