Luyện nghe bài hát The Hustler

Over
In the
the Hustler
His are old
He has seen a ugly scenes
Places where men droop mould
The
Where soiled goods are
Seen with opened eyes since fifteen
He has found it at first
But on his there sits a curse
For the young must suffer
At the of men

of Christmas past
Were there to ever last
Things as can never
Be

there
By the
Stands the
He's not very
He's by the jaded by the sly

He's seen the darker of men
First and then
He found his to laugh
An to cry

find close friends
No at all
He feels so lonely, tired and
How few are from
The golden

There's something in us all it
To crave
for dreams
But corruption the spoils our schemes
And surely as the will melt
The
Grabs his and heads for home
With lessons learnt his belt

Over
By the
Stands the
the men of law
On side to flank the sallow youth
But some of us will learn
It takes the blow of to burn
How we suffer for the truth