Luyện nghe bài hát Ace

By: jimmy

Hardly seems a time
Just a of the day
But the man who stood me
More than gave away
The food on his spotted shirt
A gray on his face
A man composed of many
So I called him ace

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

Born in
cotton as a child
Left for the city
Where he that life was wild
That was fifty ago
When nothing's strange
>from a poor farm to dirty streets
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 ain't bitter, he sweet
his living on the street
Never what 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 it on his head
And waves a last
No left to turn around
And no to ask why

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