Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

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

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

Hard
In the middle of your
times
Creepin up on the good you know
times
You wakes up and you lit the stove
Hard
From the California hills to the Road

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

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

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

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

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

And it'll always be
you from 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
times
Creepin up on the folks you know
times
Huddled around a wood burnin
Hard
From the hills to the Coverdale Roa