Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My mother me to her bedside
These she said to me
If you don't quit your ways
They're get you in the penitentiary

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

So I sat myself in a gambling game
But I could not play my
Just thinking that woman I love
Run away with man

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

The cards came the table, Lord
And I had such a worried
My stack of dollars I wasted away
And I lost about nine

I lost ninety nine poor boy
I lost ninety nine
My stack of gold dollars I away
And I lost ninety nine

It wasn't very long till I seen him
He ran away 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 gave me ninety
I laid a man with my big forty four
And the judge gave me ninety

Well, the jury I had to pay
And the he wrote it down
And the judge out my number

Two sixes down
Two sixes down, poor boy
Two sixes down
The called out my number