Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

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

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

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

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

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

Hard
In the middle of road
Hard
Creepin up on the good folks you
times
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 ashamed of your from
There's nothin wrong with your last
So don't be lookin for to blame

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

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