Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

The old folks don't much
They so slowly when they do
are rich, they are poor
Their are gone, they share one heart for two

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

they laughed too much
Do their dry crack
Talking of gone by
Have they too much

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

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

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

The old move no more
Their world become too
Their bodies feel lead
They might look out a

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

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

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

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

And the will remain
Just sitting in a which makes no sound
It matter now
The song has away and echo's all around

see them as they walk
Through the sun filled
Where children run and
It hurts to much to

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

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

The old old silver
That's hanging on the
waits for us all