Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

There was a camp town man, used to plow and
And he loved that and the mule loved him
When the day got long as it about now
I'd him singing to his muley-cow
Calling, "Come on my old girl, and I'd bet the whole damn 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 rule my mind,
Hard ain't gonna rule my mind no more"

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

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

But the camp town man, he plow no more
I seen him walking down to the cigarette
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 old horn and give it a blow

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