Luyện nghe bài hát The Good Old Days

He still likes the bar room's
atmosphere
The kinds of perfume
Conversations he

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

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

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

just one of the chosen few
Who push or two that line
He knows he'd only lose his
never lose his mind

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

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

These are the old days