Luyện nghe bài hát Good Ol' Days

Oh times I think back to when I was younger
Life was so much then
Dad be up at dawn
be watering the lawn
Or going fishing again

Oh and mom would be up something in the kitchen
Fresh or hot apple pie
And I'd spend all day long in the
rats with a hack-saw
And the wings off of flies

The years go by but the memories stay me
And never lose that hold
He'll change his ways
The times won't grow old
These are the old days, the good old days

I can remember good old Mr. Fender
Who ran the grocery store
Oh, he'd strolled the aisle with a big friendly smile
And he'd say "Howdy" you walked in the door

The years go by but the stay with me
And he'll lose that hold
He'll never his ways
The good times won't old
These are the good old days, the old days
are the good old days, the good old days

Always treated me nice, gave me advice
I know why I set fire to his place
Oh I'll forget the day I bashed in his head
Well you seen the look on his face

Then I tied her to a chair and I off all her hair
And I her in the desert all alone
Well sometimes in my
I can still the screams

The years go by but the memories with me
And he'll never lose that
never change his ways
The good times won't old
These are the good old days, the good old
These are the good old days, the old days

The years go by but the memories with me
And he'll never lose hold
He'll never change his
The good won't grow old
These are the old days, the good old days
These are the good old days, the good old

Oh some times I think to when I was younger
was so much simpler then