Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

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

Cause hard times they come and go
of the time they're in the middle of the road
It's the same pain in ways
your know, Son, when it pours it rains

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hard
In the of your road
times
Creepin up on the good folks you
times
Huddled around a wood burnin
Hard
From the California to the Coverdale Roa