Luyện nghe bài hát Country Blues

come all you good people
while I've got money to
might be Monday
and I'd have a dollar nor a friend
I've got plenty of money in my pocket
my good time friends are
but as soon as my pocketbook is
not a on this earth can be found
i wrote my woman a letter good people
and i told her i was in
she sent me back an
sayin honey I'm a coming go bail
but I'm walking round
this old jail house this
forty dollars pay my fine
corn whiskey has surrounded my poor boy
and my woman is my mind
Lord my daddy told me a pretty good
and my momma she me more
said son if you don't quit your rowdy
you'll trouble at your door
if it wasn't for heartaches and trouble good
Lord i would not be here
i will ramble this whole world
at i cannot stay
give me corn
on the when I'm hungry
something tall and cool I'm dry
and a loving woman to stand by me
sweet heaven i die
go dig a hole in the meadow good
make it deep in cold cold ground
then gather around all you friends
and see this poor go down
and I'm dead and they buried me
with my pale face to the sun
will you stand around and little woman
and think of the way you done