Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

get you in the penitentiary poor boy
Gonna get you in the
If you don't quit your ways
gonna get you in the penitentiary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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