Luyện nghe bài hát Po' Boy

Man to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's in the kitchen cookin'"
boy where you been?
I tol' you won't tell you again

I say, "How much you want for that?", I go the store
The man says, "Three dollars", "All right", I say, "Will you four?"
Poor boy - say die
will be all right by and by

Workin' like on the mainline, workin' the devil
The game is the same it's up on a different level
Poor boy, dressed in
Police at your

Poor boy in a red hot
Out the twinklin' stars
Ridin' first class making the rounds
Tryin' to from fallin' between the cars

Othello told Desdemona, "I'm cold, cover me a blanket
By the way, what happened to that wine?"
She says, "I gave it to you, you it"
Poor boy, layin' 'em pickin' up the cherries fallin' off the plate

Time and love has me with its claws
Had to go to Florida, dodgin' them laws
Poor boy, in the hotel called the Palace of
down to room service, says, "Send up a room"

My mother was a daughter of a farmer
My father was a salesman, I never met him
When my mother died, my uncle took me in, he ran a funeral
He did a lot of nice for me and I won't forget him

All I know is I'm thrilled by your kiss
I don't any more than this
Poor boy, pickin' up
Build ya a out of mortar and bricks

on the door, I say, "Who is it and where are you from?"
Man says, "Freddy!" I say, "Freddy who?" He says, "Freddy or not I come."
boy 'neath the stars that shine
Washin' them dishes, feedin' them