Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

The old folks talk much
They so slowly when they do
are rich, they are poor
Their illusions are gone, they one heart for two

Their homes all of time of old photographs
And an old fashioned
Though you may live in
You live so far away when lived too long

Have laughed too much
Do their dry voices
Talking of things by
they cried too much

A tear or two always seems to cloud the eye
tremble as they watch
The old clock
When day is

tock, so, so slow
It says 'Yes', it says
It says, "I for you"

The old folks dream no
Their have gone to sleep
The out of tune, the little cat is dead
And no more do they sing on a Sunday

The old folks move no
Their become too small
Their bodies feel lead
They might out a window

Or else sit it a
Or else stay in bed
And if they go out
Arm in arm, arm in arm

In the morning chill, it's to have a cry
To say their last to one who's older still
And then they go to the old silver clock
When day is

tock, so, so slow
It says 'Yes', it 'No'
It says, "I for you"

The old folks die
They just put down heads and go to sleep one day
will hold each others hands
Like in the dark but one will get lost anyway

And the other remain
Just in a room which makes no sound
It matter now
The song has died and echo's all around

You'll see them as they
Through the sun parks
Where children run and
It hurts to to smile

It so much
But life on for still another day
As try to escape the old silver clock
When day is

tock, so, so slow
It says 'Yes', it 'No'
It says, "I for you"

The old old clock
hanging on the wall
That for us all