Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

There was a town man, used to plow and sing
And he loved that 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 damn
gonna make it yet to the end of the row"

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

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

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

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

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