Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got nothin' in my
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 Clyde lost his house when the big winds blew
And things have been a rough
But there's fish in the bayou
He can up a courtbouillon
Whistlin' Blon
In his poor paradise
is nice

Neighbor sits on the dock
Drinkin' a Dixie
stories to his dog
that he scratches the ear
back and forth
To his radio in his poor man's paradise
Callin' up Dr. and sayin' 'Play Fats Domino'

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

Sweet is on the street
single day
Talkin' to her good friend
And the children play
She tells Clyde to on by
With some creole
Forget our troubles and dance to 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
is how we get our kicks
4 and 5 and 6 and 7
All God's children go to in a

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