Luyện nghe bài hát Good Ol' Days

Up in the bar all cigars
we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar
Talkin' 'bout them better are not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine you bring the guitar
You play a sad song, yea sing it the heart
Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the
Pass me on the pain you made into art
Yea, piercin' through my skin a heroin dart
When someone's strummin' on the strings and spittin' things,
Everybody's movin' groovin' when the other sings
They gon' kill you with passion and their soul
When the verse drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and all
While man's crying in his beers and all
While his woman's cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game, the way we were raised
For all we sing about days, better days

Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and
Cause in the future these be the good ol' days
Oh and arm in arm as we sing away
In the future this be the good ol' days

Ten o'clock and it's off, what as a pub crawl
Now we're all
live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up on that piano boy and your ass off
You're playing real good, sing along
If your bang is out of beat, move along
Play us somethin' real we can hang our on
Sing a song and watch us march along
Won't you along? (Oh, these times are hard)
Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, Keith
They're buskin' on the streets days a week
Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it or leave it empty
They play, you listen, plenty
It's two am now, we're in the rain and uh
out of each other like the pain is gone
These are my people, are my crowd
And I'm never too to sing about

Oh, we'll remember this when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these be the good ol' days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing
In the future will be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' [x8]

Oh I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' song
Even the old man with the paddy hat on
Singin' ooh ooh, come on sing it it, ooh ooh
I got the whole place singin' yea, this song
Even the girl over with the red dress on
ooh ooh, she singin', ooh ooh
Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin' yea, singin' these
And the guys over there with the big
Are singin' ooh ooh, and singin', ooh ooh
The emo with the college degrees
And the tag friends with the fake ID's
ooh ooh

Oh and we're arm in arm as we away
In the these will be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days

The good ol' days,
The good ol'