Luyện nghe bài hát The Drunkard's Son

In an old dusty attic of a tenement
I happened to one day
And on the rafters 'neath shavings and chips
A poor little boy lay

Oh why are you lying up here in the
What makes you lie on hard bed
My father's a drunkard and he beat me
My darling old is dead

I'm hiding from father and sir, don't tell
He beat me 'cause I not steal
He said he would kill me the next I
And I'm so sir, he will

I'm leaving you here, son, I replied
But I will be back right
But when I returned to the I found
Jesus had been there that day

The and the shavings were there as before
And the boy lie on his bed
With tears on his cheeks and his at his side
The poor fellow was dead

A picture of lay close to his heart
A faint little note by his
As I opened the paper, my eyes filled with
For these were the words I read

I'm hiding with Jesus across the
With mother forever I'll dwell
And you dear mister for your kindness to me
And now it's if you tell