Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got in my pocket
I got in both of my shoes
got nothing in my pocket
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 Clyde lost his house when the big winds blew
And have been a little rough
But there's still fish in the
He can whip up a
Whistlin' Jolie
In his man's paradise
is nice

Neighbor Charles on the dock
a Dixie Beer
Tellin' to his dog
that he scratches the ear
Rockin' and forth
To his transistor radio in his man's paradise
Callin' up Dr. Daddy-O and sayin' 'Play Fats

man's paradise, poor man's 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 Clyde to come on by
some shrimp creole
Forget our 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 God's go to heaven in a

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