Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

Never for my supper
I never help my
do what is proper
For my fair of labor.

I'm a boy
And I'm a
Count coins and
Throw them over my
I may grow
knows
How cold it
And nobody
How shaky my
cares
How steep my
And nobody
If I their stiles.

Oh boy
So sorry for
Oh boy
So for his health.
You may say day
will he stay tonight.

Never know I came for
Seems that forgotten
Never ask what I for
Or how I was begotten.

I'm a boy
And I'm a
I say
May stranger than Sunday
to Monday.
Nobody
How cold it
And nobody
The worn down
Nobody's
the skies
Nobody
aching heads.

Oh boy
So worried for his
Oh boy
So keen to a wife.

He's a mess but say yes
If you dress in white.

Nobody
How cold it
And nobody
How shaky my
cares
How steep my
And smiles
If you cross stiles.

Oh boy
So for himself
Oh boy
So for his health.
You may say day
Where he stay tonight.

Oh boy
So worried for his
Oh boy
So keen to a wife.

Oh boy
So sorry for
Oh boy
So for his health
Oh boy.