Luyện nghe bài hát Ode

Well, my Jud he was a fuddy-dud
his cud, was a stick in the mud
I he hated everyone
And he's nickels and bumming dimes
But most of all you know he's bumming time

And day was a bad day
They walked out and on and him
He was turning
Never knew love, he up on hope

Stayed in bed and he stopped using
Was a old man
But he never poor little old me
Poor,

Now, one fine day he won the
Instant without a care
It didn't a thing
Drove up to Reno he lost everything at a roadside

You know he never made it town
Where the bright lights trickle
He was a

Well, he ran out of and all he got
Was more lewd and crude, he was very
The only thing he hated worse than the
Was charity and self pity, he'd around
I talked to him that's what I

He was a
Poor old me
Poor, casualty