Luyện nghe bài hát All The Good Times Are Past And Gone

All the good times are past and gone all the good times are and gone
All the times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do

I can still see my mama bend that ol' washpot
And so doggone cold you could nearly freeze on the spot
My pa eatin' them and yellin' for more
And the makin' tracks across mama's clean floor
But all them good are past and gone now all the good times are gone

you could look for miles down a winding railroad track
And see train a leavin' and one comin' back
And with a cloud of blue up over head
It's like something from a storybook that you once
But all them good times are past and now all the good times are gone
All the times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do

And go down on that when the big boats make their run
And the canepoles grow so thick block up the sun
Just smell that boilin' in an old tin can
And that hot grease in the fryin' pan
But all good times are past and gone now all them good times are gone
All the good times are and gone what's left for a poor boy to do