Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

So I sat myself down in a gambling
But I not play my hand
Just thinking about that woman I
Run away another man

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

The cards around the table, Lord
And I had a worried mind
My stack of gold dollars I wasted
And I about ninety nine

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

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

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

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

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