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
When the day got long as it does now
I'd him singing to his muley-cow
Calling, "Come on my sweet old girl, and I'd bet the whole damn
We're make it yet to the end of the row"

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

Said it's a old world, heavy in need.
That big is just picking up speed
were supping on tears, they 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 comes up from the cracks in the floor

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

But the camp town man, he doesn't plow no
I him walking down to the cigarette store
Guess he lost knack and he forgot that song
up one morning and the mule was gone
So come on, you ragtime kings, and on, you dogs, and sing
And pick up the dusty old horn and it a blow

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