Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp

The sun was low and the was cold
On the pale drawn face was wrinkled and old.

A newspaper coat hanging loose 'round his
And the shoes on his feet, strips of leather up with rope.

His uncombed and eyes that would stare
At the people passing by who didn't know or care.

This old man he's all alone
got no money or no home of his own
The back his kitchen, the footpath's his hall
And the chalk on the brick are the pictures on his wall.

And he lays down his on the pavement, that's his bed
And he sleeps, his dreams fade away.

Mmm ...

He walks down the street his hands in his coat
Looking down at his for a dog-end he could smoke.

He thinks about food, drinking and good fun
As he searches through the dustbins, his almost done.

This poor old man he's all
got no money or no home of his own
The back street's his kitchen, the his hall
And the on the brick work are the pictures on his wall.

And he lays his head on the pavement, that's his bed
And as he sleeps, his dreams away.