Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

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

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

Hard
In the middle of your
Hard
Creepin up on the folks you know
times
You daddy up and you lit the stove
times
From the hills to the Coverdale Road

You got and I have mine
Mostly folks have tried and tried
To a livin on your minimum wage
coming up short nearly every day

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

Hard
In the middle of road
Hard
up on the good folks you know
Hard
You're livin down the of you knows
Hard
the California hills to the Coverdale Road

When I was young my said, Son
Never be ashamed of where from
There's nothin wrong with your last
So be lookin for people to blame

Cause hard times come and they go
And most of the time they're in the of your road
It's the same pain, way
Don't your know when it it rains

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

Hard
In the middle of your
Hard
Creepin up on the good you know
times
Huddled a wood burnin stove
Hard
From the California to the Coverdale Roa