Luyện nghe bài hát Ace

By: buffett

Hardly seems a long
Just a of the day
But the man who stood me
More gave himself away
The food on his spotted shirt
A beard on his face
A man of many names
So I just him ace

But ace can't and ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at
A little man the world has behind
He bitter, he ain't sweet
his living on the street
Never what he's gonna find

in mississippi
Picking as a child
soon for the city
Where he heard life was wild
That was fifty ago
When really strange
>from a poor dirt farm to dirty
Is really not much

And ace read and ace can't write
And he on a bench at night
A little man the has left behind
He bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the
Never knowing he's gonna find

Go back to the
No he really can't do
Wasted years have him
Nothing but an old hat
So he puts it on his
And waves a last
No time left to turn
And no to ask why

Ace can't and ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at
A little man the world has left
He bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his on the street
Never knowing he's gonna find
And this old world has poor ace behind