Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Curtis Loew

Well i used to wake the
Befor the rooster
Searchin for bottles to get my self some dough
em down to the corner
Down to the store
em in and give my money to a man named curtis lowe
Old curt was a black man with white hair
When he had a fifth of wine he have a care
He used to own and old dobro used to play across his
I'd give old curt my he play all day for me

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

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

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

On the day old curtis nobody came to pray
Old preacher some words
They chucked him in the
he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
And on the day he lost his life thats all he had to

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