Luyện nghe bài hát Ballantines

It must be hard the bells
Of doors don't swing wide anymore
It must be hard hearing the
Of just inside of the door

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

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

You cut off everyone you
Boy you told `em all to go
Now it must be hard getting the revoke

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

The fat cows be getting thin
Seeing the kind of jam in
the angels dance on the head of another pin