Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My mother me to her bedside
words she said to me
If you don't quit your rambling
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 gonna get you in the

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

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

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

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

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 gave me nine

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

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

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