Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My mother me to her bedside
These words she to me
If you don't your rambling ways
gonna get you in the penitentiary

Gonna get you in the poor boy
get you in the penitentiary
If you don't quit your reckless
They're gonna get you in the

So I sat myself down in a gambling
But I could not my hand
Just thinking about that woman I
Run away another man

Run away with another man, boy
Run away another man
Just about that woman I love
Run away with man

The cards around the table, Lord
And I had such a mind
My stack of dollars I wasted away
And I lost ninety nine

I lost about ninety nine boy
I lost about nine
My of gold dollars I wasted away
And I lost about nine

It wasn't very long till I him again
He ran away her behind
And I laid him down my old forty four
And the gave me ninety nine

The judge me ninety nine, poor boy
The judge gave me ninety
I laid a man down with my big four
And the judge gave me ninety

Well, the said I had to pay
And the clerk he it down
And the judge out my number

Two upside down
Two sixes down, poor boy
Two sixes down
The judge called out my