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

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

Well you could look for miles down a winding track
And see train a leavin' and hear one comin'
And a cloud 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 past and what's left for a poor boy to do

And go down on that when the big boats make their run
And the canepoles grow so thick they up the sun
Just smell that boilin' 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 are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do