Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got in my pocket
I got holes in both of my
Ain't got 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 lost his house when the big blew
And things have been a little
But still fish in the bayou
He can up a courtbouillon
Whistlin' Jolie
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 radio in his poor man's paradise
Callin' up Dr. Daddy-O and sayin' 'Play Domino'

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

Sweet is on the street
Every day
to her good friend Jesus
And watching the children
She Clyde to come on by
With some shrimp
Forget our troubles and dance to radio

1 and 2 and 3 and 4
Turn the music up 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, poor man's
Doin', doin', doin', doin' all
In his poor paradise