Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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