Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

There was a camp man, used to plow and sing
And he loved mule and the mule loved him
the day got long as it does about now
I'd hear him singing to his
Calling, "Come on my sweet old girl, and I'd bet the whole world
We're gonna it yet to the end of the row"

Singing "Hard times ain't gonna my mind
Hard times ain't gonna my mind, Bessie
Hard times gonna rule my mind no more"

Said it's a old world, heavy in need.
big machine is just picking up speed
They were supping on tears, they were on wine
We all get to heaven in our own time
So come all you Asheville boys and turn up your old-time
And 'til the dust comes up from the cracks in the floor

Singing, "Hard ain't gonna rule my mind, brother
times ain't gonna rule my mind
Hard times ain't gonna rule my no more"

But the camp town man, he plow no more
I him walking down to the cigarette store
he lost that knack and he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and the mule was
So come on, you kings, and come on, you dogs, and sing
And pick up the dusty old horn and it a blow

Playing, "Hard times ain't gonna rule my mind,
times ain't gonna rule my mind, sugar
Hard times gonna rule my mind no more"