Luyện nghe bài hát More About John Henry

{The Storytellers and I doin' a show down in Meridian, Mississippi
And these friends of mine up
And brought me this real old book John Henry
And they told me if let me read this old book
I'd probably write a about it
And did and I did and I called it 'More about John Henry'}

First of all John was a black man
He was born the sun don't ever shine
He was six feet tall he didn't his own strength
But he did not the hammer all the time
Of course he didn't, Henry had some women on his mind

There was a woman cross the street named Poor
John Henry like a natural man
John quit Poor Selma just like he was quittin' work
He loved that of Julie Anne
And what is it a stinger-ree is somethin' else you

There was a man Stacker Lee in Argenta
A little man a big 44
You he shot his woman down and took a shot at Poor Selma
But old won't be shootin' anymore
He had to it, John Henry laid him dead on the floor

John Henry Stacker Lee in the river
he said, "I've got a say so to say"
He broke out in a that was wrote by Blind Leonard
He said, "Julie Anne, I'm my say"
He said, "I love you but I do not like your ways"

Well John went to a conjurin' woman
Said, "This ain't no way to live"
Somebody's back door on my pretty Julie Anne
Conjure had a say so to give
She said, "John Henry", she said, "That's the way things is"

John Henry went to a Hell bustin' man
Said, "I'm tormented in my soul"
Well that Hell buster prayed John sins away
And tell me that the thunder did roll
Sweet Jesus a frightenin' sight to behold

From that day on John Henry was a man
All he did was just work all the
he worked till the muscles in his body gave out
Then he kept right on a in his mind
Don't do it 'cause a man supposed to work all the time

Julie Anne said, "John Henry I you"
Selma said, "John Henry you're my man"
Ruby said, "I'm gonna cook ye up some greens and lean meat
With bread in a four foot pan with lotsa cracklins
But John Henry was a kinda man

Well they allow that hard killed John Henry
I'm gonna that allowin' up to you
Well was he killed by hard work or was he by bad women
Be sure that this happenin' to you
Quit working when your day's work is through

'Cause a man ain't supposed to work all the
And you know that ain't the way the things is
A stinger-ree is else you understand
Quit working when your your work is through
God you