Luyện nghe bài hát St John The Gambler

When she had twenty years she turned to her
mother, I know that you'll grieve
But I've given my to St. John the gambler
Tomorrow time to leave

For the hills cannot back my sorrow forever
And dead men lie 'round the door
The only salvation that's for the asking
So mother, think on me no

An' winter high 'round the mountains breast
And the of a thousand snows
Lay heaped upon the leaf
But she dressed in

For a likes his women fancy
she would be
And the fire of her longing would 'way the cold
And her was a sight to see

But the road was beneath the feet
She her frozen breath
In search of a certain St. the gambler
to her death

She heard his laughter down from the mountains
And with her mothers tears
To a funeral a calico
'Neath the of twenty years

To a drawn a calico
'Neath the cross of twenty