Luyện nghe bài hát The Crock Of Gold

We'll live out our lives on this old street
Only because we just compete
But in the concrete of our days
We left our names, our

Just like the before
they reached the distant shore
With their drink and their
And their dreams and sincere

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Real life is only a time
And the excitement holds the short
It will never measure up to TV sells as great

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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