Luyện nghe bài hát Tramp

The sun was low and the was cold
On the drawn face that 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 hair and eyes that would
At the people passing by who didn't know or care.

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

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

Mmm ...

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

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

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

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