Luyện nghe bài hát Free Four

The of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his
You in the gloom of a sickroom
And to yourself as you die

Life is a short warm
And is a long cold rest
You get chance to try in the twinkling of an eye
Eighty years luck or even less

So all aboard for the tour
And maybe make it to the top
And mind how you go and I can tell you, 'cause I
You may find it to get off

You are the of death
And I am the dead son
He was buried like a in a fox hole
And everyone is on the run

And who is the of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has
And who calls the in the courtroom?
And who the funeral drum?

The of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his
You shuffle in the of a sickroom
And to yourself as you die