Luyện nghe bài hát Box #10

Well, out of Southern
a down home country boy
He gonna make it in the
Playin' guitar in the

Oh well, he hadn't been there an
When he met a Broadway
You know she him for his money
And she him in a cheap hotel

Oh well, it's for you to see
That that boy is me
Say and how am I ever break the news
To the back home

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

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

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

Well back in Southern
They're still worryin' their boy
But boy's goin' home
as he gets the fare

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

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

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