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

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

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

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

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