Luyện nghe bài hát The Crock Of Gold

We'll live out our lives on this old street
Only we just can't compete
But in the of our younger days
We our names, our names

Just like the before
When they reached the distant
their drink and their dance
And their dreams and sincere

All ghosts gone, through old buildings they stare
With their offspring staring at me for are still there
that are dead and lives not realized

Well, why did we our names
In these streets to we're alive?
Alive, alive, alive,

Well, Chicago is my home and I'll never went to
To live on any sun swept distant
Well, it is that I was by forbearer's so revered
And I sing the songs they all sang before

Well, any woman that's me
Has been most thoroughly
Still I'm a lover, God, I am of all

A that's my call
Of high degree
But I'm that they do not know my trade at all

Well, if it's twenty years
small relief to me appears
Then the crock of gold wait until

Until that day to defend no more
Lay the shield of anger at my
And the sword of alcohol stow away

Well, all young in our town
Are and broken down
Begging cheques but it's just not enough they're

quietly, living life so desperately
That has to make
This life worth

life is only a time line
And the excitement holds the times
It will never measure up to what TV sells as

All the drunken and views
Exciting pubs they the news
But the pats
Well, they just all that great

Well, if it's every twenty
Some small to me appears
Then the crock of gold wait

Until that day to defend no more
Lay the shield of anger at my
And the sword of alcohol will away, go

Well, I met a one night
And enchantment fixed our
So we decided we hold it for awhile

But she not love me
So inside me finally, I said, "It's not fault
But I would love if only for a while"

Well, it's on and on seen
Yeah, how it's always been
And how it be as ever on I go

Oh, but on I will
Through all the times until
Well, I some place
To me that seems like

Well, and if it's twenty years
Some small relief to me
Then the crock of gold wait

that day to defend myself no more
Lay the of anger at my door
And the sword of alcohol will stow

Well, and if every twenty years
Some small to me appears
Then the crock of will wait

that day to defend myself no more
Lay the of anger at my door
And the of alcohol will stow away