Luyện nghe bài hát Roaring Days

(Thomas)
Trams pass me out on St. Road,
Drizzle wet and slow, thinking,
Oh oh, take me down into Young and
do a bit of serious drinking.
Lean on bar, in the pockets,
Drain glasses down like rockets.
Call history? But what could we ever really know,
Of
In Roaring Days,
In your Days,
In Roaring Days,
What we ever really know?
In hard day the world was oh, so very wide
were people still..
And though I'm young, I am so, oh so tired
Couldn't the tears I have cried
I of London, I think of Mudgee,
Think stay and fight.
So set them up,
And we dream tonight, Henry.
Of Roaring Days,
Of your Days,
Of your Days,
What we ever really know?
Of your Days,
Of Roaring Days,
Of Roaring Days,
What could we ever know?
In Roaring Days,
In Roaring Days,
In our Days,
What could we ever really
What did you ever have to