Luyện nghe bài hát The Drunkard's Son

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

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

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

I'm leaving you here, son, I replied
But I will be right away
But when I returned to the attic I
That 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 hands at his
The little 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 the divide
dear mother forever I'll dwell
And thank you mister for your kindness to me
And now alright if you tell