Luyện nghe bài hát Blues With Out Blame

I ask my baby for a
She gave me a twenty dollar
I ask her for a drink of
And she gave me a liquor

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

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

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

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

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

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