Luyện nghe bài hát The Crock Of Gold

We'll live out our lives on this dirty old
Only because we can't compete
But in the concrete of our days
We left our names, our

Just like the people
When reached the distant shore
With their drink and dance
And dreams and sincere aims

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

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

Well, Chicago is my home and I'll went to Roam
To live on any sun distant shore
Well, it is that I was reared by so revered
And I sing the songs that all sang before

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

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

Well, if every twenty years
Some relief to me appears
Then the crock of gold wait until

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

Well, all young people in our
Are overworked and down
Begging cheques but it's not enough they're giving

Crying quietly, living life so
That something has to
This life worth

Real 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 tell the news
But the pats
Well, they just all that great

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

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

Well, I met a girl one
And fixed our sight
So we we would hold it for awhile

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

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

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

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

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

Well, and if it's every twenty
Some relief to me appears
Then the crock of will wait

Until day to defend myself no more
Lay the shield of at my door
And the sword of will stow away