Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

There was a town man, used to plow and sing
And he that mule and the mule loved him
the day got long as it does about now
I'd him singing to his muley-cow
Calling, "Come on my sweet old girl, and I'd bet the damn world
We're make it yet to the end of the row"

Singing "Hard times ain't gonna rule my
times ain't gonna rule my mind, Bessie
Hard times gonna rule my mind no more"

Said it's a old world, heavy in need.
big machine is just picking up speed
They were supping on tears, were supping on wine
We all get to in our own sweet time
So come all you Asheville boys and turn up old-time noise
And kick 'til the dust comes up the cracks in the floor

Singing, "Hard ain't gonna rule my mind, brother
Hard times ain't gonna rule my
times ain't gonna rule my mind no more"

But the camp man, he doesn't plow no more
I seen him walking down to the cigarette
he lost that knack and he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and the mule was
So come on, you ragtime kings, and on, you dogs, and sing
And pick up the dusty old horn and it a blow

Playing, "Hard times ain't rule my mind, honey
Hard ain't gonna rule my mind, sugar
Hard times ain't gonna rule my no more"