Luyện nghe bài hát I Asked The Bossman

We were in Louisiana
Asked that Bossman to let my be
in Louisiana
Asked to the Bossman, let my be
You know that I was alright
But you Bossman, takin' my old girl from me
I said it ain't nothin' but a low down, low
People let the low down, dirty
It's a low down, it's a low
God it's a low down, dirty shame
Whoa, too bad woman
She got it bad with man
Wonder will I ever, Lord have
See my Margie's face again
Lord, I wonder, I ever, will I ever
See my little Margie's again
I just her to remember
Poor Lighnin', once have been her
There days I've been thinkin' about my little Margie
Wonderin' if the little girl doin' just fine
There been I've been thinkin' about my little Margie
Wonderin' if the poor doin' just fine
You the Bossman's taken her away from me
But on the papers she is mine
And I couldn't but to call her, I said
Please release my Margie, Bossman
And let her come home to me
Please release my Margie, Bossman
And let her come back to me
You she, with all her powers
She do no better
That's why poor had to let Margie be
And like the song I used to sing
About everything I get, somebody it away from me
But got to say one more word
my little Margie
Bossman, please let her come to me
Release my little
Bossman, let her come back to me
Your know, that my little Margie's gone
Old sufferin' in misery