Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

When I was my daddy said, Son
be ashamed of where your from
There's nothin wrong with your last
Don't be for people to blame

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

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

You got and I have mine
Mostly good folks have and tried
To make a livin on your wage
Your up short 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 boy livin on every block

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

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

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

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

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