Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got in my pocket
I got holes in of my shoes
got nothing in my pocket
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 his house when the big winds blew
And have been a little rough
But still fish in the bayou
He can whip up a
Whistlin' Jolie
In his poor man's
Sure is

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

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

Sweet is on the street
Every day
Talkin' to her friend Jesus
And the children play
She tells Clyde to 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
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 children go to heaven in a

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