Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

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

So I sat myself down in a gambling
But I not play my hand
thinking about that woman I love
Run away with man

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

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

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

It wasn't very till I seen him again
He ran away left her
And I laid him down with my old four
And the judge gave me nine

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

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

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