Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got in my pocket
I got holes in both of my
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 there's fish in the bayou
He can up a courtbouillon
Whistlin' Jolie
In his poor paradise
Sure is

Neighbor Charles sits on the
a Dixie Beer
Tellin' to his dog
that he behind the ear
back and forth
To his transistor in his poor man's paradise
Callin' up Dr. Daddy-O and sayin' 'Play Domino'

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

Sweet Cleothilde is on the
single day
Talkin' to her friend Jesus
And watching the children
She Clyde to come on by
With some creole
Forget our troubles and to Charlie's radio

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

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