Luyện nghe bài hát Box #10

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

Oh well, he hadn't been an hour
When he met a flower
You she took him for his money
And she him in a cheap hotel

Oh well, easy for you to see
That country boy is me
Say and how am I gonna break the news
To the back home

Well, I was be a great success
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 to my name
Well, I'm sleepin' in the hotel
And tonight say it's gonna rain

And if you'd only send me some
Oh, be back on my feet again
it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box ten

Well back in Southern
They're still 'bout their boy
But this boy's goin'
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 hello and Dad I had to call collect
I ain't got a cent to my name
Well, I'm sleepin' in the hotel
And tonight say it's gonna rain

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