Luyện nghe bài hát Ace

By: buffett

Hardly a long time
Just a of the day
But the man who stood me
More than gave himself
The food stain on his shirt
A gray beard on his
A man composed of many
So I called him ace

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

Born in
Picking cotton as a
Left soon for the
he heard that life was wild
That was years ago
nothing's really strange
>from a dirt farm to dirty streets
Is really not change

And ace can't read and ace write
And he sleeps on a at night
A little man the world has left
He bitter, he ain't sweet
his living on the street
Never knowing what he's find

Go back to the
No he really do that
Wasted years have him
but an old straw hat
So he it on his head
And waves a good-bye
No time left to around
And no to ask why

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
his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna
And this old has left poor ace behind