Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

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

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

Hard
In the middle of road
Hard
Creepin up on the good folks you
Hard
You daddy up and you lit the stove
times
From the California hills to the Coverdale

You got yours and I mine
Mostly good folks tried and tried
To make a livin on your minimum
Your up short nearly every day

And what's and what's the cost
You stand up cause all is lost
You roll us up and your doors are
There's a boy livin on every block

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

When I was my daddy said, Son
be ashamed of where your from
There's nothin wrong your last name
So don't be lookin for to blame

Cause times they come and they go
And of the time they're in the middle of your road
It's the pain, different way
Don't your know it pours it rains

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

Hard
In the middle of your
Hard
Creepin up on the folks you know
Hard
Huddled around a wood stove
Hard
the California hills to the Coverdale Roa