Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My called 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 quit reckless ways
They're get you in the penitentiary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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