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 kids a-waiting at
My wife done packed her and gone
She done moved on the tracks
And I know that ain't a-coming back

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

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

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

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I know my 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
the way that it happened you see
You got a gal don't you do her no wrong
She'll pack her trunk and then be

Then you'll troubles
on your mind