Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

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

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

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

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

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

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