Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Howard

Poor dead and gone, left me here to sing his song
Poor Howard's and gone, left me here to sing his song

Poor Howard had a wife and she him all his life
So he used his knife---like I said he had a wife

Now poor dead and gone...

took Howard off to jail, wouldn't let me go his bail,
They said if he is friend, buy a lilly for his hand

Poor dead and gone...
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we laid his bones to rest we fullfilled his last request
He buddies bury me far from her as I can be

Now poor Howard's and gone...

His words were "Friends, goodbye. Don't you worry; don't you cry.
I don't mind this a gettin' hung, at I stopped her naggin' tongue."

Now poor dead and gone...