Luyện nghe bài hát Story of a Quarryman

Gonna buy me a bucket and a of nails
Board up the windows and for the trails
And what i get for sticking my chin out
Well a kick in the teeth and a mind full of

I this on for my own hands
The precious disgrace from my own
If i could freeze in my own hands
Story of a

my home with the shirt on my back
Built my on a dry haystack
To it down a one by one
And back in and tired and alone

I brought on by my own hands
The precious from my own hand
If i freeze time in my own hands
Story of a

Traces of blowing in the sand
The cornerstone of my piece of dry
So me that hop and some of that wine
I'll drink you away by the end of line

I brought this on by my own
The precious disgrace from my own
If i could freeze in my own hands
of a quarryman
Story of a