Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of the Times

Narrow breed narrow minds and
for king but not for kind
It's a hop to a long weekend
When every you apprehend

You'll never room to find your feet
To out of this avenue
Your pockets are lined promises
When did a promise pay for shoes?

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

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

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

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

never find room to find his feet
To out of these avenues
Their pockets are lined with
When did a ever pay for shoes?
When did a promise ever pay for