Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

Gonna get you in the penitentiary boy
get you in the penitentiary
If you quit your reckless ways
They're get you in the penitentiary

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

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

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

I about ninety nine poor boy
I about ninety nine
My stack of gold I wasted away
And I lost ninety 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 gave me ninety nine

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

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

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