Luyện nghe bài hát Drying Crapshooter's Blues

Little Jesse was a gambler, and day
He crooked cards and dice.
Sinful guy, hearted but had no soul
Heart was hard and cold ice

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

What broke Jesse's heart he was blue and all alone
Sweet Lorena up and gone
Police walked up and shot my friend down
Boys i got to die

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

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

Eight crapshooters to be my
Let 'em be down in black
I want nine men going to the graveyard,
And eight men back

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

poker players to the graveyard
Dig my with the ace of spades
I twelve polices in my funeral march
High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the

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

Sixteen real good
Sixteen to sing a song
Sixteen men gamblin'
Couple tend bar while i'm along

He wanted 22 outta the Hampton Hotel
26 off-a Bell
29 women North Atlanta