Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

There was a camp town man, to plow and sing
And he loved mule and the mule loved him
When the day got long as it about now
I'd hear him to his muley-cow
Calling, "Come on my sweet old girl, and I'd bet the damn world
We're make it yet to the end of the row"

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

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

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

But the town man, he doesn't plow no more
I seen him walking to the cigarette store
Guess he lost that knack and he forgot 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 and give it a blow

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