Luyện nghe bài hát The Good Old Days

He still likes the bar room's dim-lit, smoky
The different kinds of perfume, he overhears
He's just one of many down or winding up the night
The only way he knows to let is to hold on tight

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

He's got no romance that sent him wondering way back when
He carries the for no one, that's the way it's always been
just one of the chosen few who won't push or two that line
He knows he'd only lose his mind, he'd never lose his

These are the old days