Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

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

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

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

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

And what's enough and 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 every

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

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

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

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

Hard
In the middle of road
times
Creepin up on the folks you know
times
Huddled around a burnin stove
times
From the hills to the Coverdale Roa