Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Bottles

About three miles up that run road
There's an old town dump with some gold
And it's waitin' for a hand to steal

And what one soul lost I'd find
And it's what some folk leave behind
But a boys dreams can always make it real

Because I stones at broken bottles
I washed my hands in God's
I treasure others wouldn't claim

I threw stones at broken
Took what this had to offer
And I let it shine others made it rain

Let it shine when others made it
Let it shine, let it
When others it rain

While drivin' the promised land
Out in the driftin' sand
I saw a boy, he at lot like me

As I my window down
I across that one-horse town
I said, Don't give up boy, you've got the right to

I threw stones at broken bottles
I my hands in God's rainwater
I treasure others wouldn't claim

I threw at broken bottles
I what this life had to offer
And I let it when others made it rain

Let it shine when made it rain
Let it shine, let it
When make it rain

I threw stones at broken bottles
I washed my in God's rainwater
I found treasure others claim

I threw stones at bottles
And I took this life had to offer
And I let it when others made it rain

Let it shine when made it rain
Let it shine, let it
When others make it

About three up that run down road
There's an old town dump with some gold
And it's for a bandit's hand to steal