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 drink of
And she me a liquor still

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

I my baby on the telephone
She said come on over I'm all alone
I said I get my car started mama

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

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

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

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