Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

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

So I sat myself down in a game
But I could not play my
Just thinking that woman I love
Run away another man

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

The came around the table, Lord
And I had such a worried
My stack of gold dollars I away
And I about ninety nine

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

It wasn't very long till I seen him
He ran away left her
And I laid him down with my old four
And the judge gave me 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 said I had to pay
And the he wrote it down
And the called out my number

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