Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My mother called me to her
These she said to me
If you don't quit rambling ways
They're get you in the penitentiary

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

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

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

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

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

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

The judge gave me nine, poor boy
The judge gave me ninety
I laid a man with my big forty four
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 sixes down
Two sixes upside down, boy
Two sixes upside
The called out my number