Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My mother called me to her
words she said to me
If you don't your rambling ways
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 reckless
gonna get you in the penitentiary

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, the said I had to pay
And the clerk he wrote it
And the judge called out my

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