Luyện nghe bài hát Roaring Days

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