Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

The ole man stand by the lone chute, he sold his t'day.
He spits in the between his boots, as the semi pulls away.
The slick blue check in his hands, shoves down in his coat.
It won't the payment on the land, or pay the interst on the note.
Oh...it's hard, times...
He's a young man with a loving wife, 2 and a home.
Plans to build a better life, and put a on his own.
He lost his job when the boom bust, still got bills to pay.
Now he's pickin' up cans in the dust, she's at the Feed-Rack
cafe.
Oh....it's hard, times...
Now the ole banker sits behind his desk, beneath a worried frown.
Of the tangled mess of good folks goin' down.
known some of 'em for 30 years, and some point the finger of blame.
An' no one his tears, except the one who shares his name.
Oh...it's hard, times...
Oh...it's hard, times...