Luyện nghe bài hát The Crock Of Gold

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

Just the people before
they reached the distant shore
With their drink and dance
And their and sincere aims

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Real life is only a line
And the holds the short times
It will never measure up to what TV as great

All the drunken and views
Exciting pubs they the news
But the exciting
Well, just weren't all that great

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, but ever on I
Through all the banal until
Well, I find place
To me that like home

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

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

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

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