Luyện nghe bài hát The Drunkard's Son

In an old dusty attic of a house
I happened to one day
And on the rafters 'neath shavings and chips
A drunkard's poor boy lay

Oh why are you up here in the cold
makes you lie on this hard bed
My a drunkard and he beat me today
My darling old mother is

I'm hiding father and please sir, don't tell
He beat me 'cause I would not
He said he would kill me the next I
And I'm so afraid sir, he

I'm you here, son, I sadly replied
But I will be back away
But when I returned to the I found
That Jesus had been there day

The chips and the were there as before
And the boy lie on his bed
With tears on his and his hands at his side
The poor little fellow was

A picture of mother lay close to his
A faint little by his head
As I the paper, my eyes filled with tears
For these were the words that I

I'm hiding with Jesus the divide
With mother forever I'll dwell
And thank you dear for your kindness to me
And now alright if you tell