Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got nothin' in my
I got in both of my shoes
Ain't got 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 friend Clyde lost his when the big winds blew
And things have been a rough
But there's still in the bayou
He can up a courtbouillon
Whistlin' Blon
In his man's paradise
Sure is

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

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

Sweet Cleothilde is on the
Every day
Talkin' to her good friend
And the children play
She tells Clyde to on by
With some shrimp
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
Ain't it good to be
3 and 4 and 5 and 6
This is how we get our
4 and 5 and 6 and 7
All God's children go to in a

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