Luyện nghe bài hát The Drunkard's Son

In an old dusty attic of a house
I to wander one day
And there on the 'neath shavings and chips
A drunkard's poor boy lay

Oh why are you lying up in the cold
makes you lie on this hard bed
My a drunkard and he beat me today
My darling old mother is

I'm hiding from father and please sir, tell
He me 'cause I would not steal
He said he kill me the next I failed
And I'm so afraid sir, he

I'm leaving you here, son, I sadly
But I will be right away
But when I to the attic I found
That Jesus had been there day

The chips and the shavings were there as
And the boy lie on his bed
tears on his cheeks and his hands 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 filled with tears
For were the words that I read

I'm hiding Jesus across the divide
With dear mother forever I'll
And thank you dear mister for your to me
And now it's alright if you