Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Curtis Loew

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

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

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

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

On the day old curtis died nobody came to
Old said some words
They him in the clay
Well he lived a lifetime 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 lowe curtis lowe
I that you was here so everyone would know
People said he was useless but them people all fools
Cuz curtis your picker to ever play the blues