Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Mans Paradise

Ain't got in my pocket
I got in both of my shoes
Ain't got nothing in my
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 winds
And things been a little rough
But there's still fish in the
He can up a courtbouillon
Whistlin' Jolie
In his man's paradise
is nice

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

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

Cleothilde is on the street
Every day
to her good friend Jesus
And the children play
She tells to come on by
With some creole
Forget our troubles and dance to radio

1 and 2 and 3 and 4
Turn the up some 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 children go to in a

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