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

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

Well you could look for miles down a railroad track
And see a leavin' and hear one comin' back
And a cloud of blue up over your head
It's like something from a storybook you once read
But all them good times are past and gone now all the times are gone
All the good 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 block up the sun
Just smell coffee boilin' in an old tin can
And that hot grease in the fryin' pan
But all them good are past and gone now all them good times are gone
All the good times are past and gone left for a poor boy to do