Luyện nghe bài hát Talking Fishing Blues

I went down to the fishing
And I set down with my fishing
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my
And jerked me out in the of the lake
Some
I got sunk, on credit

down on th' muddy bank
Felt a an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet
I it in
For National

in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nuthin' but didn't much
I guess I was pretty satisfied
Had my little right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah waitin'
Worm been gone off-a hook for a couple of hours

You go fishin', tell y' to do
Go set by the grassy dew
Take a of string, tie it on yo' pole
And it way out in th' middle of th' hole
you a good shady tree and then just set down
Go to sleep, forget all it

Jumped in the river and went down
There was a hundred pound cat-fish lying there
I on his back and rode him all aroun'
Saddled him up and I came into
came runnin', lookin', dogs a-barkin'
Kids

Stagnate water's a stinkin'
on top and all turned green
When the water goes bad, the all run
Sit all day and not catch
Mud wallopers,
A few suckers

I out to a sandy bar
And I caught myself a big gar
Brung him home across my
was dragging a mile and a half
Flippin' and
him for a quarter
Shot craps, got in

Early one mornin', I me a notion
To go out in the middle of the ocean
out my line, I caught me a shark
I didn't get him home way past dark
He's man-eater, tough
Just wasn't quite tough

Last last I had me a dream
I was out in a whiskey stream
Baited my hook with
Threw out a drink, drug a gallon
Done good till the creek run dry
I give the fish back to the finance