Luyện nghe bài hát The Crock Of Gold

We'll live out our on this dirty 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
With their and their dance
And their and sincere aims

All ghosts long gone, through old buildings stare
With their offspring staring at me for they are still
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 and I'll never went to Roam
To on any sun swept distant shore
Well, it is that I was reared by forbearer's so
And I the songs that they all sang before

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

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

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

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

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

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

Real life is only a time
And the excitement 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 pats
Well, they just weren't all great

Well, 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 anger at my
And the sword of alcohol will away, go

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

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

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

Oh, but ever on I
Through all the times until
Well, I find some
To me seems like home

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

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

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

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