Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My called me to her bedside
These she said to me
If you don't quit your rambling
They're gonna get you in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, the jury I had to pay
And the clerk he wrote it
And the called out my number

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