Luyện nghe bài hát Good Old World

(waltz)
When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a gold.
But I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down.
But now that I have gone from here no place I'd rather be
to float my chances on the tide back in the good old world.
On october's last, I'll fly home rolling down winding way
And all I've got's a pocket of flowers from my grave
But now summer is gone I it best
Back in the old world I remember when, she held my hand
And we walked home alone in the rain how pretty her mouth, how her hair
Nothing can be the same and there's a rose her breast
Where I to lay my head and her hair was so yellow
And the wine was so red back in the old world.