Luyện nghe bài hát The Hustler

Over
In the
Stands the
His are old
He has a million ugly scenes
Places where men droop with
The
Where goods are sold
Seen opened eyes since frail fifteen
He has found it at first
But on his there sits a curse
For when the young suffer
At the of men

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

Over
By the
the Hustler
He's not tall
He's trampled by the by the sly

seen the darker side of men
First and then
He his urge to laugh
An to cry

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

There's something in us all it
To adventure
for dreams
But the seducer spoils our schemes
And as the snow will melt
The
his soul and heads for home
With lessons under his belt

there
By the
Stands the
the men of law
On either side to the sallow youth
But some of us will never
It takes the blow of fists to
How we suffer for the truth