Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My mother called me to her
These she said to me
If you don't quit your ways
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 gonna get you in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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