Luyện nghe bài hát Good Ol' Days

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

Oh and mom be fixing up something in the kitchen
biscuits or hot apple pie
And I'd spend all day in the basement
Torturing rats a hack-saw
And pulling the off of flies

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

I can still 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" when you walked in the

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

Always me nice, gave me kindly advice
I don't why I set fire to his place
Oh I'll never the day I bashed in his head
Well you seen the look on his face

I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
And I left her in the desert all
Well sometimes in my
I can still hear the

The go by but the memories stay with me
And he'll lose that hold
He'll never change his
The good times grow old
These are the good old days, the good old
are the good old days, the good old days

The years go by but the memories stay me
And he'll never lose hold
He'll never his ways
The good times grow old
are the good old days, the good old days
These are the old days, the good old days

Oh some times I think back to when I was
Life was so simpler then