Luyện nghe bài hát The Hustler

Over
In the
Stands the
His are old
He has seen a ugly scenes
Places men droop with mould
The
Where goods are sold
with opened eyes since frail 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
as were can never
Be

there
By the
the Hustler
He's not tall
trampled by the jaded by the sly

He's seen the side of men
First fascinated and
He his urge to laugh
An to cry

He'll close friends
No at all
He feels so lonely, and small
How few are chosen
The golden

something in us all it seems
To adventure
for dreams
But corruption the seducer spoils our
And as the snow will melt
The
Grabs his soul and heads for
With lessons learnt under his

Over
By the
Stands the
the men of law
On either side to flank the sallow
But of us will never learn
It the blow of fists to burn
How painfully we for the truth