Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Bottles

About three miles up that run road
There's an old dump with some fool's gold
And it's waitin' for a bandit's to steal

And what one soul lost I'd find
And it's wild what some folk leave
But a poor boys dreams can always make it

I threw stones at broken bottles
I washed my hands in rainwater
I treasure others wouldn't claim

I stones at broken bottles
Took what life had to offer
And I let it shine others made it rain

Let it shine others made it rain
Let it shine, let it
When make it rain

While drivin' the promised land
Out there in the driftin'
I saw a boy, he at lot like me

As I rolled my window
I yelled that one-horse town
I said, Don't give up boy, got the right to dream

Because I threw stones at broken
I washed my hands in rainwater
I found treasure others wouldn't

I stones at broken bottles
I took what life had to offer
And I let it shine when made it rain

Let it shine others made it rain
Let it shine, let it
others make it rain

Because I threw stones at bottles
I washed my in God's rainwater
I found treasure others claim

I threw at broken bottles
And I took what this life had to
And I let it shine when others made it

Let it when others made it rain
Let it shine, let it
When others make it

About three miles up run down road
There's an old town with some fool's gold
And it's waitin' for a bandit's hand to