Luyện nghe bài hát Good Old Days

Oh, some times I think back to I was younger
Life was so much then
Dad be up at dawn
He'd be the lawn
Or going fishing again

Oh, and mom would be up something in the kitchen
Fresh biscuits or hot pie
And I'd spend all day long in the
Torturing rats a hacksaw
And pulling the off of flies

Those the good old days
Those the good old days
The years go by but the stays
And those the good old days

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

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

Let me ya now
Those were the old days
Those were the good old
The years go by but the memory
And those were the good old

Do you remember sweet
She was my school romance
She was fun to talk to and to smell
So I took her to the dance

Then I her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
And I her in the desert all alone
Well in my dreams
I can still the screams
Oh, I wonder if she ever made it

I ya
Those were the good old
Those were the good old
The go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old

Let me tell ya,
Those were the good old
were the good old days
The years go by but the stays
And those the good old days