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

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

Hard
In the middle of road
Hard
up on the good folks you know
Hard
You daddy wakes up and you lit the
Hard
From the hills to the Coverdale Road

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

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

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

When I was young my said, Son
Never be ashamed of where your
There's nothin wrong your last name
So don't be for people to blame

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

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

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