Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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