Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Robert Henry

My illusion - dashed to
My - damn the son
I all my blessings
And the damage of sum

life - numbed and drunken
My strength - a voice
it funny how things worked out
My life the day you died

Poor Henry

Poor Henry drinkin' broke apart our lives
Lost you from year
And
Poor Henry drinkin' blotted out your mind
out your mind

Your sky - falling
Like you barroom chairs
I didn't to hate
But your was hard to bear

Your life - and drunken
My strength - a inside
it funny how things worked out
My life began the day you

Poor Henry

Poor Robert Henry drinkin' broke our lives
Lost you from year
And
Robert Henry drinkin' blotted out your mind
Blotted out your

blotted out your mind
Blotted out your

go on livin' in all my desperation
Now gone

Poor Henry