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 get you in the penitentiary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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