Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Bottles

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

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

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

I stones at broken bottles
Took what life had to offer
And I let it shine when others made it

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

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

As I rolled my down
I yelled across one-horse town
I said, Don't up boy, you've got the right to dream

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

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

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

Because I threw stones at bottles
I washed my hands in rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't

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

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

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