Luyện nghe bài hát Drying Crapshooter's Blues

Little was a gambler, night and day
He used cards and dice.
Sinful guy, good hearted but had no
Heart was hard and cold ice

was a wild reckless gambler
Won a gang of
Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in
to spend a-loose his money
Began to be blue, sad and all
His heart had even to stone.

What broke Jesse's heart while he was and all alone
Lorena packed up and gone
Police up and shot my friend Jesse down
i got to die today

He had a gang of crapshooters and at his bedside
are the words he had to say:

Guess I ought to
how I wants to go
(How you go, Jesse?)

Eight crapshooters to be my
Let 'em be veiled down in
I want men going to the graveyard, bubba
And men comin back

I want a gang of gamblers gathered my coffin-side
Crooked card on my hearse
Don't say the crapshooters'll never over me
My life been a curse

Send poker to the graveyard
Dig my with the ace of spades
I want twelve in my funeral march
High sheriff blackjack, lead the parade

I the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times
Put a of dice in my shoes (then what?)
Let a of cards be my tombstone
I got the dyin' blues

Sixteen real good
Sixteen bootleggers to sing a
Sixteen men gamblin'
tend bar while i'm rollin' along

He 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel
26 off-a South
29 women outta Atlanta