Luyện nghe bài hát Ace

By: buffett

Hardly seems a long
a minute of the day
But the man who beside me
More than gave himself
The food on his spotted shirt
A gray 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 at night
A little man the world has behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't
Makes his living on the
Never knowing what he's gonna

in mississippi
Picking as a child
soon for the city
Where he heard life was wild
That was years ago
When nothing's strange
>from a poor dirt farm to streets
Is really not change

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

Go back to the
No he can't do that
Wasted years left him
but an old straw hat
So he it on his head
And waves a good-bye
No left to turn around
And no to ask why

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