Luyện nghe bài hát St. Louis Blues

I hate to see de sun go down,
to see de evenin' sun go down
'Cause ma baby, he done dis town.
Feelin' tomorrow I feel today,
Feel tomorrow like I today,
I'll my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her rings
dat man 'roun' by her apron strings.
'Twant for powder an' for hair,
De man ah would not gone nowhere, nowhere.
Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as as ah can be.
man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea.

Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. it!
I day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie,
Lak a Kentucky Col'nel his mint an' rye.
I'll love ma till the day ah die.

to de gypsy to get ma fortune tole,
To de gypsy, done got ma tole,
Cause I'm most wile ma Jelly Roll.
Gypsy done tole me, "Don't you no black."
Yes, she told me, "Don't you wear no black.

Go to Louis, you can win him back."
me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, ma old friend Jeff,
Gwine to pin close to his side;
If ah his train, I sho' can ride.
Got de Saint Blues jes as blue as ah can be.
man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea.

Or else he wouldn't gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a schoolboy his pie,
Lak a Kentucky Colonel loves his an' rye.
I'll love ma baby the day I die.

You ought to see dat brown of mine,
Lak he de Dimon' Joseph line,
He'd make a cross-eyed go stone blin'.
Blacker than midnight, teeth lak of truce,
Blackest man in de of Saint Louis,
Blacker de berry, am de juice.
About a crap game, he knows a lot,
But when worktime comes, on de dot.
to ask him for a cold ten-spot,
What it takes to git it, he's got.

Got de Saint Blues jes as blue as ah can be.
Dat man got a lak a rock cast in the sea.
Or else he wouldn't gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a loves his pie,
Lak a Col'nel loves his mint an' rye.
I'll love ma till the day ah die.

A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, a black-headed
Gal a freight train jump the track,
But a long tall gal makes a preacher the jack.

Lawd, a blonde-headed woman a good man leave the town, I said
Blonde-headed woman makes a good man the town,
But a woman makes a boy slap his papa down.

Oh, ashes to ashes and dust to dust, I said to ashes and dust to dust,
If my blues get you, my jazzing must.