Luyện nghe bài hát Good Old Days

Oh, some times I back to when I was younger
Life was so much simpler
Dad would be up at
be watering the lawn
Or maybe going again

Oh, and mom would be fixing up in the kitchen
biscuits or hot apple pie
And I'd all day long in the basement
Torturing with a hacksaw
And the wings off of flies

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

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

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

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

Do you remember Michelle
She was my high school
She was fun to to and nice to smell
So I took her to the dance

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 hear the screams
Oh, I wonder if she ever made it

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

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