Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

My mother called me to her
These words she to me
If you don't quit your ways
gonna get you in the penitentiary

Gonna get you in the poor boy
get you in the penitentiary
If you don't quit your reckless
They're get you in the penitentiary

So I sat myself in a gambling game
But I could not play my
Just about that woman I love
Run away with man

Run away another man, poor boy
Run with another man
Just thinking about woman I love
Run away another man

The cards around the table, Lord
And I had a worried mind
My stack of gold dollars I wasted
And I lost ninety nine

I lost about nine poor boy
I lost ninety nine
My stack of gold dollars I away
And I lost ninety nine

It wasn't very long till I him again
He ran away left her
And I him down with my old forty four
And the gave me ninety nine

The judge gave me nine, poor boy
The judge me ninety nine
I laid a man down my big forty four
And the gave me ninety nine

Well, the said I had to pay
And the he wrote it down
And the judge called out my

Two sixes down
Two sixes down, poor boy
Two upside down
The called out my number