Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of the Times

Narrow streets breed narrow and
Care for but not for kind
It's a short hop to a long
When every move you

You'll never room to find your feet
To walk out of avenue
Your pockets are with promises
When did a promise ever pay for

Counting coal by the line
And raise your glasses one time
'Cause has gone off to war
And God knows what fighting for

But wartime will him a man
Work no one see, if you can
A hero's grave is six deep not
Room enough for all his

She can scrub the step but if never gleam
If he did, she'd the dream
And they've held the too long
Dreams are what you up from

was a fighter too
The only way to jump the
Boxing clever, times were
But will that ever be

You'd never find room to find his
To out of these avenues
Their pockets are lined promises
When did a promise ever pay for
did a promise ever pay for shoes?