Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn't long till I seen him again
He ran away her behind
And I laid him down with my old four
And the judge me ninety nine

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

Well, the jury I had to pay
And the clerk he wrote it
And the called out my number

Two upside down
Two sixes upside down, boy
Two upside down
The judge called out my