Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My mother me to her bedside
These she said to me
If you quit your rambling ways
They're gonna get you in the

get you in the penitentiary poor boy
Gonna get you in the
If you don't quit reckless ways
They're gonna get you in the

So I sat myself in a gambling 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 with another man

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

I lost ninety nine poor boy
I lost ninety 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 left her
And I laid him down with my old forty
And the gave me ninety nine

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

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

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