Luyện nghe bài hát Blues in the Night

My mama tol' me,
When I was in pants,
My mama tol' me, Son!
A woman'll sweet
And ya the big eye;
But when the talkin's done,
A a two face
A thing
Who'll ya t'sing
The blues in the

Now the a-fallin',
Hear the a-callin'
(my mama done tol' me)
Hear lonesome whistle
Blowin' the trestle,
(my mama done tol' me)
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety
back the blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll the trees to cryin'
And the hide its light
When you get the blues in the

my word, the mockin' bird'll
Sing the saddest kind o'
He knows are wrong and he's right

Natchez to Mobile,
From to St. Jo,
Wherever the winds blow,
I in some big towns,
An' heard me big talk,
But there is one I know
A a two face,
A worrisome
Who'll ya t'sing the blues in the night.

My was right,
There's in the night.