Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Curtis Loew

Well i used to the mornin
Befor the rooster
for soda bottles to get my self some dough
Brought em down to the
Down to the store
Cash em in and give my money to a man named lowe
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 dobro used to across his knee
I'd old curt my money he play all day for me

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

He looked to be 60 i was 10
used 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 drink of wine

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

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

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