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 soiled are sold
Seen opened eyes since frail fifteen
He has found it at first
But on his brow there sits a
For when the must suffer
At the of men

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

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

He's seen the side of men
First and then
He found his urge to
An to cry

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

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

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