Luyện nghe bài hát The Hustler

Over
In the
the Hustler
His are old
He has seen a million scenes
Places where men droop mould
The
Where goods are sold
Seen opened eyes since frail fifteen
He has found it hard at
But on his brow there a curse
For when the young suffer
At the of men

Memories of past
never there to ever last
Things as were can
Be

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

He's seen the side of men
fascinated and then
He found his to laugh
An to cry

He'll find friends
No at all
He so lonely, tired and small
How few are chosen
The call

There's in us all it seems
To adventure
for dreams
But corruption the spoils our schemes
And surely as the snow will
The
his soul and heads for home
With lessons learnt his belt

there
By the
the Hustler
the men of law
On either to flank the sallow youth
But of us will never learn
It takes the of fists to burn
How painfully we suffer for the