Luyện nghe bài hát Israelites

Poor me,

I get up in the morning for bread, sir
So that mouth can be fed

me, Israelites

My and my kids they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be

Poor me,

Well, them a tear-up, trousers are gone
I dont to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Poor me,

And after a there must be a calm
They me in your farm, you sound your alarm

me, Israelites

I get up in the slaving for bread, sir
So every mouth can be fed

Poor me,

My wife and my they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was to be seen

me, Israelites

Shirt a tear-up, trousers are gone
I dont to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Poor me,
Poor me,
Poor me,

Poor me,
me, Israelites