Luyện nghe bài hát Box #10

Well, out of Illinois
Come a down country boy
He gonna it in the city
guitar in the studio

Oh well, he hadn't there an hour
he met a Broadway flower
You she took him for his money
And she left him in a hotel

Oh well, easy for you to see
That that boy is me
Say and how am I ever gonna the news
To the folks back

Well, I was gonna be a great
Things sure up a mess
But in the process I got up too

But hello and Dad I had to call collect
'Cause I ain't got a to my name
Well, I'm sleepin' in the doorway
And tonight they say it's rain

And if only send me some money
Oh, I'll be back on my again
it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box ten

Well back in Southern
They're worryin' 'bout their boy
But this boy's home
Soon as he gets the

as soon as I got my bread
I got a pipe my head
You know they me in an alley
Took my and my guitar, too

And Mama and Dad I had to call collect
I ain't got a cent to my name
Well, I'm sleepin' in the doorway
And tonight say it's gonna rain

And if you'd only me some money
Oh, I'll be back on my feet
Send it in of the Sunday Mission
Box ten