Luyện nghe bài hát The Drunkard's Son

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

Oh why are you up here in the cold
What makes you lie on hard bed
My father's a and he beat me today
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 kill me the next I failed
And I'm so sir, he will

I'm leaving you here, son, I sadly
But I be back right away
But when I to the attic I found
That Jesus had 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 little was dead

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

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