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

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

Well you look for miles down a winding railroad track
And see a leavin' and hear one comin' back
And with a of blue up over your head
It's like something from a storybook you once read
But all them times 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 when the big make their run
And the canepoles so thick they block 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 times are and gone what's left for a poor boy to do