Luyện nghe bài hát Good Old Days

Oh, times I think back to when I was younger
Life was so simpler then
Dad be up at dawn
be watering the lawn
Or maybe going fishing

Oh, and mom be fixing up something in the kitchen
biscuits or hot apple pie
And I'd all day long in the basement
Torturing with a hacksaw
And pulling the off of flies

Those were the good old
Those were the good old
The years go by but the memory
And those the good old days

I can still remember old Mr. Fender
Who ran the corner grocery
Oh, he'd stroll down the aisle with a big smile
And he'd say, "Howdy", when you in the door

Always treated me nice, me kindly advice
I don't why I set fire to his place
Oh, I'll never the day, I bashed in his head
Well you should've seen the on his face

Let me ya now
were the good old days
Those were the good old
The years go by but the stays
And those were the old days

Do you sweet Michelle
She was my school romance
She was fun to to and nice to smell
So I took her to the homecoming

I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
And I left her in the desert all
Well sometimes in my
I can still hear the
Oh, I if she ever made it home

I ya
were the good old days
Those the good old days
The years go by but the stays
And were the good old days

Let me tell ya,
Those the good old days
Those the good old days
The go by but the memory stays
And were the good old days