Luyện nghe bài hát Good Times

She was up to the notion
Of temperate and Novascotian winters
And nights by the firelight
A solitary life, adrift the North Atlantic Ocean
she could find the time
To let the good roll
For all those who how it feels to be alone
you thrown to the lions
Skin and but not afraid of dying alone?
An old on the telephone
Still eyeing the of a solitary life
Where you find the time
She was given to
Bout the state gains
the rising cost of living
But its all the same
If youre not teeth
singing in the rain
So how do you
And let the good roll
For all who know how it feels to be alone
And on the other
Is a golden dawn where youll be alone
Let the good roll
(repeat)