Luyện nghe bài hát Just Another Poor Boy

He was but a traveller on the lonely of life,
She, her name was Mary, a of the night,
She him lying in that road, on a winter's night so cold,
another poor boy, treat him right;

She saw that he was hungry and gave him to eat,
She knew that he was weary and he had no to sleep,
She took him home to her own bed, she lay his wounded head,
And washed the world from his hands and his feet,

He was just poor boy, just another poor boy,
When he cried out in his sleep she him tight,
Just another poor boy, just another boy,
And she gave him love and comfort the night,
Till the light...

At night she sat beside him, by the he would talk,
He said all men were brothers and that could conquer all,
Many gathered round to hear, for his life did fear,
In troubled like these men seldom talked.

Oh they for him one morning at the breaking of the day,
She woke to him calling as they carried him away,
him of spreading lies and hate,

His public were a danger to the state,
soldier said "Who was he anyway?"

Just poor boy, just another poor boy,
And the tears were falling from her face rain,
Just another boy, just another poor boy,
And they hung him on a far away,
And on the she lay ... poor boy ... oh my Lord...
Oh my ... oh my Lord...

Just another poor boy, just another boy,
And the tears falling from her face like rain,
Just another boy, just another poor boy,
And they hung him on a far away, just another poor boy,
Just another poor boy, another poor boy,
And she never dreamed she'd see his again...