Luyện nghe bài hát The Good Old Days

He likes the bar room's dim-lit
Smoky
The kinds of perfume
he overhears

He's one of many winding down
Or winding up the
The only way he to let loose
Is to hold on

And he'll never lose hold
And never change his ways
The good times won't old
These are the old days

He's got no broken
That him wondering way back
When he the torch for no one
That's the way always been

He's just one of the few
Who won't push or two that
He he'd only lose his mind
never lose his mind

And never lose that hold
And he'll change his ways
The good times won't old
are the good old days

And he'll never lose hold
And he'll change his ways
The good times grow old
These are the old days

These are the good old