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 gone what's left for a boy to do

I can still see my mama over that ol' washpot
And it's so doggone cold you nearly freeze on the spot
My pa eatin' flapjacks and yellin' for more
And the kids makin' tracks 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 a cloud of blue up over your head
like something from a storybook that you once read
But all them good are past and gone now all the good times are gone
All the good times are past and gone left for a poor boy to do

And go on that river when the big boats make their run
And the canepoles so thick they block up the sun
Just that coffee boilin' in an old tin can
And that hot grease in the fryin' 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