Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My mother me to her bedside
words she said to me
If you don't your rambling ways
They're get you in the penitentiary

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

So I sat down in a gambling game
But I not play my hand
Just thinking about woman I love
Run away with man

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

The cards came around the table,
And I had such a worried
My of gold dollars I wasted away
And I lost about nine

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

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

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

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

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