Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got nothin' in my
I got holes in of my shoes
Ain't got nothing in my
But if I did, I'd give to you

Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do

My friend Clyde his house when the big winds blew
And things have a little rough
But there's still fish in the
He can whip up a
Whistlin' Blon
In his poor paradise
Sure is

Charles sits on the dock
Drinkin' a Beer
stories to his dog
that he scratches the ear
Rockin' and forth
To his transistor radio in his poor paradise
Callin' up Dr. Daddy-O and sayin' 'Play Domino'

Poor man's paradise, poor paradise
Doin', doin', doin', doin' all
In his poor man's

Cleothilde is on the street
Every day
to her good friend Jesus
And the children play
She tells to come on by
some shrimp creole
Forget our and dance to Charlie's radio

1 and 2 and 3 and 4
Turn the music up more
2 and 3 and 4 and 5
it good to be alive
3 and 4 and 5 and 6
This is how we get our
4 and 5 and 6 and 7
All God's children go to in a

Poor man's paradise, poor paradise
Doin', doin', doin', doin' all
In his poor man's