Luyện nghe bài hát Troubles (Those Lonesome Kind)

(Clarence Gibson)

Well you you got troubles
Man to me
tell you a story as it happened you see

I got four little a-waiting at home
My wife done her bags and gone
She moved on across the tracks
And I that girl ain't a-coming back

I got
Troubles on my
Well I got troubles, hey lonesome kind

Every morning 8 o'clock
The start crying and they holler Pop,
my mama? Where's she gone?
And when's my mama gonna come home?

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My little girl is three
I her up and set her on my knee
Try to soothe her crying but she cries too
And the crying, oh daddy, well, oh

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I my baby's too young to talk
I sit and watch her try to
turning around, watching the door
And a big done hit the floor

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Well I told you a as it happened to me
Just the way that it you see
You got a good gal you do her no wrong
She'll pack her trunk and then be

Then you'll have
on your mind