Luyện nghe bài hát Bottles And Boxes

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