Luyện nghe bài hát The Crock Of Gold

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crying quietly, living so desperately
something has to make
This life living

Real is only a time line
And the excitement holds the short
It will measure up to what TV sells as great

All the jokes and views
Exciting they tell the news
But the exciting
Well, they just weren't all great

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

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

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

But she not love 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 seen
Yeah, that's how it's always
And how it be as ever on I go

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

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

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

Well, and if it's every years
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 of alcohol will stow away