Luyện nghe bài hát Box #10

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

Oh well, he been 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 country boy is me
Say and how am I gonna break the news
To the folks back

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

But hello Mama and Dad I had to call
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my
Well, I'm in the hotel doorway
And they say it's gonna rain

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

back in Southern Illinois
They're still 'bout their boy
But this boy's goin'
as he gets the fare

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

And hello Mama and Dad I had to call
'Cause I ain't got a to my name
Well, I'm sleepin' in the hotel
And they say it's gonna rain

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