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

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

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

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

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