Luyện nghe bài hát The Dream

His fastball is fading, his is gone,
They sent him to the minors 'cause he wore out his arm,
But his eyes shine brighter than the young kids' it
So he on playing, holding on to the dream.

Lord knows that it for the money
Cause broke almost every day,
And it ain't for the fame or the
Guess he'll do it cause he still loves to
Guess he'll do it he still loves to play.

He's in the saddle since he was a kid
The rodeo but he keeps it well hid
And someday he'll have to set his free
But 'til he he'll be riding the dream.

Lord that it ain't for the money,
'cause he's broke every day,
And it ain't for the or the glory
Guess he'll do it cause he loves to play;
Guess do it, cause he still loves to play.

We ain't no younger and that is the truth
But these games we keep playin,' they're our of youth.
From boston to and down to orleans
From highlights to lowlife and in between

Well I guess we could grow up and quit our jeans
But we still feel like and living the dream.

Lord that it ain't for the money,
'cause broke almost every day,
And it ain't for the fame or the
Guess he'll do it he still loves to play;
Guess he'll do it, cause he loves to play.