Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

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

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

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

The cards around the table, Lord
And I had such a worried
My stack of gold I wasted away
And I lost ninety nine

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

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

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

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

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