Luyện nghe bài hát Blues With Out Blame

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

Whoa, yeah yeah
What can a boy do
Ain't it hard, it hard
you have to live the blues

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

Whoa,
can a poor boy do
When he has to live the

And while my makin' it with my best friend
I know I'm being used, yeah yeah

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

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