Luyện nghe bài hát Cocain Blues

Early one mornin' makin' the rounds
I took a shot of and I shot my baby down
I shot her down then I to bed
I stuck that forty-four beneath my head

Woke up next and I grabbed that gun
Well, I took a of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too
overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico

In the hot takin' the pill
There the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman

Yes, oh yes my is Billy Lee
If you've got a you better read it to me
I shot her down 'cause she me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five

When I was arrested, I was dressed in
They threw me on a train and hauled me back
Had no friend who'd go my
They stuck my dried-up in that Missouri jail

Early next mornin', 'round past nine
I saw the sheriff comin' the line
That sheriff yelled as he cleared his
Said, "Come on you dirty hackin' to the court"

Into the courtroom my trial
Where I was by twelve honest men
Yes, as the jury walkin' out
I saw that little commence to look about

In about five then walked in a man
Holding the verdict in his right
The read in the first degree
Well, I shouted, "Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me"

The judge he smiled, when he up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the San Quentin
Ninety-nine years underneath ground
But I can't that day, I shot that bad bitch down

Come on, you hot heads you unto me
Stay off that whiskey, and let cocaine be