Luyện nghe bài hát Roaring Days

(Thomas)
Trams pass me out on St. Road,
wet and slow, like thinking,
Oh oh, take me into Young and Jacksons
We'll do a bit of drinking.
on bar, hands 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 could we really know?
In your day the world was oh, so very wide
were people still..
And though I'm young, I am so, oh so very
Couldn't the tears I have cried
I think of London, I of Mudgee,
Think stay and fight.
So set them up,
And we dream tonight, Henry.
Of your Days,
Of Roaring Days,
Of your Days,
What could we really know?
Of your Days,
Of Roaring Days,
Of your Days,
What could we really know?
In these Days,
In Roaring Days,
In our Days,
What could we really know?
did you ever have to show?