Luyện nghe bài hát Ballantines

It be hard ringing the bells
Of doors that don't swing wide
It be hard hearing the sound
Of voices inside of the door

A man who couldn't hold coat
hung on ever antidote
So it must be hard watching the gloat

It be hard seeing the same old crowd
Just pass you by in the
It must be tough knowing your
Could only horrify the

You cut off you know
Boy you `em all where to go
Now it be hard getting the same revoke

Well, patrons at the bar in Kentucky
Who sprung for drink you downed
With things the way they are it's not that of party
If what you've got just be good (?)

The fat cows be getting thin
the kind of jam you're in
Though the dance on the head of another pin