Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

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

So I sat down in a gambling game
But I could not my hand
Just thinking that woman I love
Run with another man

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

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

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

It very long till I seen him again
He ran away her behind
And I laid him down with my old forty
And the judge gave me ninety

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

Well, the said I had to pay
And the clerk he wrote it
And the judge called out my

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