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 gray on his face
A man composed of names
So I called him ace

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

in mississippi
Picking cotton as a
soon for the city
Where he that life was wild
That was years ago
When really strange
>from a poor dirt to dirty streets
Is really not much

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

Go to the country
No he really do that
Wasted have left him
Nothing but an old hat
So he puts it on his
And waves a good-bye
No left to turn around
And no to ask why

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