Luyện nghe bài hát A Ragged Old Man

A old bum,
He trinkets and trifles,
And he lived in a
the end of his days.

He'd on the stage,
Had once an actor,
But now he flowers,
Or gave away.

a ragged old man,
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

Now a lady a picture
To use in a contest,
Of him and his
And it won the prize.

His dog's was Rags,
And she went to them.
By the time that she them,
The old man had died.

a ragged old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

a ragged old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

His up in lights,
a long way to slide.
Trinkets and
Might buy his pride.

But I think these things
Should me or you.
This world is a
And we're all too.

Just a old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

Just a old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

A picture, you see,
It won the prize.
The use of his
And the touch of his

always so gentle
he was poor,
And he'd always know
By the he wore.

a ragged old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

But I don't think things
offend me or you.
This world is a
And all actors too.

a ragged old man
A old bum,
He trinkets and trifles,
And he lived in a
the end of his days.

He'd on the stage,
Had been an actor,
But now he flowers,
Or them away.

Just a old man,
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

Now a took a picture
To use in a contest,
Of him and his
And it won the prize.

His name was Rags,
And she went to them.
By the that she found them,
The old man had died.

a ragged old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

a ragged old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

His up in lights,
It's a way to slide.
and trifles
Might buy his pride.

But I think these things
offend me or you.
This world is a
And all actors too.

Just a old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

a ragged old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

A picture, you see,
It won the prize.
The use of his
And the touch of his

Were so gentle
he was poor,
And he'd always rags
By the he wore.

Just a old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

But I think these things
offend me or you.
This is a stage
And we're all too.

a ragged old man
A old bum,
He sold and trifles,
And he lived in a
the end of his days.

He'd on the stage,
Had been an actor,
But now he flowers,
Or give away.

Just a old man,
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

Now a lady took a
To use in a contest,
Of him and his
And it won the prize.

His dog's was Rags,
And she went to them.
By the that she found them,
The old man had died.

Just a old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

a ragged old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

His up in lights,
It's a way to slide.
and trifles
Might buy his pride.

But I don't think these
Should me or you.
This is a stage
And we're all too.

Just a old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

Just a old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

A picture, you see,
It won the prize.
The use of his
And the touch of his

Were always so
he was poor,
And always know rags
By the he wore.

a ragged old man
And his old doggy,
A old life,
In a old world.

But I think these things
offend me or you.
This world is a
And we're all too.

a ragged old man....