Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Bottles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stones at broken bottles
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
When others make it

Because I stones at broken bottles
I washed my hands in rainwater
I found others wouldn't claim

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

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

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