Luyện nghe bài hát Troubles (Those Lonesome Kind)

(Clarence Gibson)

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

I got four little kids a-waiting at
My done packed her bags and gone
She done on across the tracks
And I know that girl ain't a-coming

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

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

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My girl is only three
I picked her up and set her on my
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 her try to walk
She's turning around, watching the
And a big teardrop done hit the

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

Then have troubles
Troubles on your