Luyện nghe bài hát Good Ol' Days

Up in the bar all smoking
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight the jar
'bout them better days are not that far
Whoever's coming to mine you better bring the guitar
You play a sad song, yea it from the heart
a sad story, yea tell it from the start
Pass me on the pain you made into art
Yea, piercin' through my skin a heroin dart
When someone's strummin' on the strings and spittin' things,
Everybody's groovin' vibes when the other sings
They gon' kill you with their passion and their
When the first drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and all
While another man's in his beers and all
While his sayin' cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game, the way we were raised
For all we sing about better days, better

Oh, remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol'
Oh and we're arm in arm as we away
In the future this will be the ol' days

Ten o'clock and it's off, what as a pub crawl
Now all lost
Better live it out tonight, gonna cost
So get up on piano boy and play your ass off
You're playing real good, sing along
If your bang is out of beat, everybody move
Play us real we can hang our hopes on
Sing a song and watch us march along
Won't you come (Oh, these times are hard)
Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, Mary, meet Keith
They're buskin' on the seven days a week
Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or it empty
They play, you listen, that's
It's two am now, we're in the rain and uh
out of each other like the pain is gone
These are my people, are my crowd
And I'm never too proud to sing

Oh, remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these be the good ol' days
Oh and arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these be the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days

Oh I got the whole singin' yea, singin' this song
the old man there with the paddy hat on
Singin' ooh ooh, come on it sing it, ooh ooh
I got the whole place yea, singin' this song
the girl over there with the red dress on
ooh ooh, she singin', ooh ooh
Oh, I got the whole bar yea, singin' these tunes
And the guys there with the big tattoos
Are ooh ooh, drinkin' and singin', ooh ooh
The emo girls the college degrees
And the tag friends with the fake ID's
ooh ooh

Oh and arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good ol'
The ol', the good ol' days [x8]

The good ol' days,
The ol' days