Luyện nghe bài hát Last Hard Town

Woke up on a bus and the driver
Say fill it up with No 2
Wondered where I was and
What would be demanding me to do

It's not for me the 'cause I'm just goin'
Where sendin' me I guess
The thing keeps us goin' is the good folks
In the hard town we met

I sat pickin' on my till I saw
The new sun comin' the skies
Ain't it funny how the
Is sometimes written on an high

Carry from the well until you know
That all the children are
The thing that keeps us goin' is the folks
In the last town we met

We drinking too much yesterday
Nobody's ever told us enough
The ones we should've prayed for more
Than were the ones we had to cuss

They applauded as we killed
But angels don't have bourbon on breath
The thing that keeps us goin' is the folks
In the last hard we met

They came to see the people that thought
We were and never their minds
They the way that difference caused
The folks who a picker can be blind

They misunderstood the words but
That our were the best
The thing keeps us goin' is the good folks
In the last town we met

What a picker does for is the thing
He's mainly for himself
There were friends and were neighbors
But the homes that we came from didn't help

If there's anything you'd to say
About us after we have gone to
We would like someone to all the good folks
In the last town we met