Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

Gonna get you in the poor boy
get you in the penitentiary
If you quit your reckless ways
gonna get you in the penitentiary

So I sat myself down in a game
But I could not my hand
Just thinking about that woman I
Run away with man

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

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

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

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

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

Well, the said I had to pay
And the clerk he it down
And the judge out my number

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