Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

Gonna get you in the penitentiary boy
Gonna get you in the
If you quit your reckless ways
They're gonna get you in the

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

The came around the table, Lord
And I had such a mind
My stack of gold dollars I wasted
And I lost about nine

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

It wasn't long till I seen him again
He ran away left her
And I laid him with my old forty four
And the judge gave me ninety

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

Well, the said I had to pay
And the he wrote it down
And the called out my number

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