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 half to you

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

My friend Clyde lost his when the big winds blew
And things have been a little
But still fish in the bayou
He can whip up a
Whistlin' Blon
In his man's paradise
Sure is

Neighbor Charles sits on the
Drinkin' a Beer
Tellin' to his dog
he scratches behind the ear
Rockin' back and
To his transistor radio in his man's paradise
Callin' up Dr. Daddy-O and 'Play Fats Domino'

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

Cleothilde is on the street
Every day
Talkin' to her good Jesus
And watching the play
She Clyde to come on by
With some creole
our troubles and dance to Charlie's radio

1 and 2 and 3 and 4
Turn the up some more
2 and 3 and 4 and 5
Ain't it to be alive
3 and 4 and 5 and 6
is how we get our kicks
4 and 5 and 6 and 7
All God's children go to in a

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