Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boy

A little boy sunday mass
and little boys get
pray idle hands neatly tear
Jove right from the

Preacher and he strikes him
but the boy strikes him
'cause he fair is fair

They box his
still he
lady swear

That's a boy
that's a boy
oh if he mine
oh if he mine oh oh

His mother what the lady said
but she shook her head

Then as the boy older
he never grew up
needed more so he screwed the maid
caught ashore away with a

Carted home nightly
he's brought into court
and for all he had done

The judge him why
and the boy just
I it sounded like fun

And the judge cried boy
your a boy
god you're not mine
thank god you're not oh oh

His father heard his sentence
and man he ran so
but doesn't every person a second chance

this boy
free and now
sick joy
to return to his

But there's new kid
in his
his father holding him
he never me before

couldn't stay
ran
and how he

Go get boy
go get boy
these people mine
this family isn't
and that's
it's

My wish the didn't have me
you parents are just a
and so why anybody for theirs
is anybody's