Luyện nghe bài hát Broken-hearted Blues

This is a song, that I when I was young,
And I call it, the hearted blues,
The air on that night, was tempered a knife,
And the wore the face masks of a clown,
Don he was long, and forlorn,
And his woman ran without a smile.

of the earth, are unbroken changeless turf,
But the faces of the men are else.
In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious toy,
But baby, now he's a baggy man,
the hills of the sun, make you feel that you are young,

Get good now, and face your into the wind.
This is a song, I wrote when I was young,
And I called it the broken blues