Luyện nghe bài hát More About John Henry

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

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

was a woman cross the street named Poor Selma
Loved John Henry like a man
John Henry quit Poor Selma just like he was work
He that stinger-ree of Julie Anne
And what is it a stinger-ree is else you understand

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

Henry threw Stacker Lee in the river
he said, "I've got a say so to say"
He broke out in a song 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 creeping on my Julie Anne
woman had a say so to give
She said, "John Henry", she said, "That's just the way is"

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

From that day on Henry was a changed man
All he did was work all the time
Well he till the muscles in his body gave out
Then he kept on a workin' in his mind
do it 'cause a man ain't supposed to work all the time

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

Well they that hard work killed John Henry
I'm gonna that allowin' up to you
Well was he killed by hard work or was he killed by bad
Be that this ain't happenin' to you
Quit working when day's work work is through

'Cause a man ain't to work all the time
And you know ain't just the way the things is
A stinger-ree is somethin' else you
Quit when your your day's work is through
God you