Luyện nghe bài hát Blues With Out Blame

I ask my baby for a
She gave me a dollar bill
I ask her for a of whiskey
And she me a liquor still

Whoa, yeah yeah
can a poor boy do
Ain't it hard, ain't it
When you have to the blues

I call my on the telephone
She said on over Stevie I'm all alone
I said I can't get my car mama

Whoa,
What can a boy do
he has to live the blues

And while my baby's makin' it with my best
I know I'm used, yeah yeah yeah

have mercy
Lord mercy on me
Lord have
Lord have mercy on me,

I'm to find my babe
Won't somebody please, yeah
Won't somebody please bring her to me