Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got nothin' in my
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 friend Clyde lost his house when the big blew
And things have been a little
But there's still fish in the
He can up a courtbouillon
Jolie Blon
In his poor man's
is nice

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

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

Sweet is on the street
Every day
to her good friend Jesus
And the children play
She Clyde to come on by
With shrimp creole
our troubles 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 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 children go to in a

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