Luyện nghe bài hát Bottles And Boxes

Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he slowly making his rounds
Picking up bottles and and papers and anything else we'd throw down
He's hump-backed and but unlike Van Winkel he doesn't sleep his life away
And he speaks so seldom some of us wonder just what the old man has to say
Some folks laugh at him but he doesn't notice he goes right on his day
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and pieces of thrown away
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Too big and tattered the clothes that he's gathered from boxes thrown the street
He hides from the rain under store building ownings and stays in a shade in the
Sisters and mothers and daddys and brothers he has none as far as I
bottles and boxes they're his little Fort Knoxes
But to us they're just to throw
Some laugh at him...
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Bottles and boxes and ten miles a day he walks slowly making his
Picking up bottles and boxes and papers and anything else throw down