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 good times are past and what's left for a poor boy to do

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

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

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