Luyện nghe bài hát The Edison Museum (Another Version)

The Edison Museum, not to the public
Its haunted towers into the clouds above it
drive in from out of town
To gaze in when they see it

Just outside the gate, I look the courtyard
the gathering thunderstorm
Through the iron bars I see the Black
slowly on its platform
In the tower, a light burns dim
A filament glowing within

The Museum, once a bustling factory
Today's but a cobweb-covered hive of industry
The tallest, widest, and famous
Haunted in New Jersey

Behind a wooden door, the of Thomas Alva
Recites a poem on a
Ghosts float up the stair like moving pictures
The phantoms of his in-house staff
A wondrous place it is, there can be no
But no one ever goes in and no one ever out