Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp

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

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

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

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

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

Mmm ...

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

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

This old man he's all alone
He's got no money or no 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.