Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of the Times

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

You'll never find room to find your
To walk out of this
Your are lined with promises
When did a ever pay for shoes?

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

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

She can scrub the step but if never gleam
If he did, smash the dream
And they've the world too long
Dreams are what you wake up

was a fighter too
The only way to the queue
Boxing clever, times were
But will that be enough?

You'd find room to find his feet
To out of these avenues
Their pockets are with promises
did a promise ever pay for shoes?
When did a promise pay for shoes?