Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

When I was young my said, Son
Never be of where your from
There's nothin with your last name
Don't be lookin for to blame

Cause hard times they come and go
Most of the time in the middle of the road
It's the pain in different ways
Don't your know, Son, when it pours it

Hard
In the middle of your
Hard
Creepin up on the good folks you
Hard
You daddy wakes up and you lit the
times
From the California to the Coverdale Road

You got yours and I have
Mostly folks have tried and tried
To make a livin on your wage
Your coming up nearly every day

And what's enough and what's the
You can't stand up cause all is
You roll us up and your are locked
a poor boy livin on every block

Hard
In the middle of your
times
Creepin up on the folks you know
Hard
You're livin down the of you knows
times
From the California to the Coverdale Road

I was young my daddy said, Son
Never be of where your from
There's nothin wrong your last name
So don't be lookin for to blame

Cause hard they come and they go
And most of the time they're in the middle of your
the same pain, different way
Don't know when it pours it rains

And it'll be around
you from town to town
But you can get up when it puts you
Cause everybody's got 'em if you look

Hard
In the of your road
Hard
Creepin up on the good folks you
times
Huddled around a wood stove
times
From the hills to the Coverdale Roa