Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

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

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

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

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

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

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

The old folks move no
Their world too small
bodies feel like 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 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 says 'Yes', it 'No'
It says, "I for you"

The old never die
They put down their heads and go to sleep one day
will hold each others hands
Like children in the dark but one get lost anyway

And the other will
Just in a room which makes no sound
It doesn't now
The has died away and echo's all around

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

It so much
But life goes on for still day
As they try to escape the old 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