Luyện nghe bài hát Ace

By: buffett

Hardly a long time
a minute of the day
But the man who beside me
More gave himself away
The food stain on his shirt
A beard on his face
A man composed of names
So I called him ace

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

Born in
Picking cotton as a
Left for the city
Where he heard that life was
That was years ago
When nothing's strange
>from a poor dirt farm to dirty
Is not much change

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

Go to the country
No he can't do that
Wasted years left 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 read and ace can't
And he sleeps on a bench at
A little man the has left behind
He bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his on the street
knowing what he's gonna find
And this old world has poor ace behind