Luyện nghe bài hát The River; 1873

I used to be a captain
Before the mutiny, Lord
I used to be a down-home prescriber
On the banks of the Jubilee

Eating with my brother
We a tale
That left him at the bottom of the
And me in a jail

Build a out of wood and memories
Watch it slip through the
We sailed our sad vessel

Going to Saint Mary's County
That's I met your mother, dear
Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-lady
With your on fire
love
With eyes on fire

If he won't dance you
I'm you can find my shoulder
If he won't with you
I'm sure you can find my

Morgan Creek had a for me
It seemed to drift down from
It said steer clear of whiskey bottle
Or you'll the ones you love

Build a dream out of and circumstance
it'd be about every night
God sailed my sad soul

Going down to Saint Mary's
That's where I met mother, dear
love

I see my brother and of the angels darling
On the side of that river bed
Gonna drag me to Jubilee my son
Gonna drag me to Jubilee

love
With your on fire
love
With your on fire