Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got in my pocket
I got holes in of my shoes
Ain't got nothing in my
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 been a little rough
But still fish in the bayou
He can whip up a
Jolie Blon
In his poor man's
is nice

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

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

Cleothilde is on the street
Every day
Talkin' to her friend Jesus
And watching the play
She tells Clyde to 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

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