Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

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

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

Have laughed too much
Do dry voices crack
of things gone by
Have they too much

A tear or two still always seems to the eye
They tremble as watch
The old clock
day is through

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

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

The old folks move no
Their become too small
Their feel like lead
might look out a window

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

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

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

The old never 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 lost

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

You'll see as they walk
Through the sun filled
children run and play
It hurts to much to

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

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

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