Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got nothin' in my
I got holes in both of my
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 house the big winds blew
And have been a little rough
But there's still fish in the
He can up a courtbouillon
Whistlin' Jolie
In his man's paradise
Sure is

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

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

Sweet Cleothilde is on the
single day
Talkin' to her good friend
And watching the children
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 music up more
2 and 3 and 4 and 5
Ain't it good to be
3 and 4 and 5 and 6
is how we get our kicks
4 and 5 and 6 and 7
All children go to heaven in a

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