Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Curtis Loew

Well i used to the mornin
the rooster crowed
Searchin for soda bottles to get my self some
Brought em down to the
to the country store
Cash em in and give my money to a man named curtis
Old curt was a black man with white curly
When he had a fifth of wine he have a care
He used to own and old used to play across his knee
I'd give old curt my money he all day for me

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Play me a song curtis lowe lowe
Well i got your drinkin money tune up dobro
People said he was useless them people all were
Cuz curtis lowe was the finest picker to play the blues

He to be 60 maybe i was 10
Momma used to me
But i'd go see him
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet to keep in time
Well he'd play me a song or 2 then another drink of wine

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Play me a song lowe curtis lowe
Well i got your drinkin tune up your dobro
People he was useless but them people all were fools
Cuz curtis lowe was the finest picker to ever play the

On the day old curtis died nobody to pray
Old said some words
They him in the clay
Well he lived a playin the black mans blues
And on the day he lost his life all he had to lose

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Play me a song curtie curtis lowe
I wish that you was so everyone would know
said he was useless but them people all were fools
Cuz curtis finest picker to ever play the blues