Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Jones' Blues

(Spoken:
Who's that on that door

You better get from that door
I don't know nobody Jones
in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew)

Sam Jones left his wife, just to step around
Came back home, a year
it for his high brown
Went to his shore
And he his knuckles sore
His wife she came, but to his
She knew his no more
Sam said, "I'm husband, dear"
But she said, "Dear, that's to hear"

You ain't to Mrs. Jones
You speakin' to Wilson now
I used to be your lawful
But the judge done my fate
Was a time you could-a' walked in
And call this place your home sweet
But now it's all mine, for all
I'm and livin' all alone
Don't need your clothes, need your rent
Don't your ones and twos
I ain't rich, I know my stitch
I earned my shoes
Say, hand me the key unlocks my front door
that bell don't read Sam Jones no more, no
You ain't talkin' to Mrs.
You to Miss Wilson now