Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

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

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

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

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

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

Hard
In the of your road
Hard
Creepin up on the good you know
times
You're livin down the of you knows
times
From the hills to the Coverdale Road

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

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

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

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