Luyện nghe bài hát Albert Erving

On past the Riley Fruit Farm in the country and across the Gundy Hills to Holler
An old man lived like a prisoner serving I'd never met a man like Albert Erving
Albert never held a woman or a child you could see loneliness had drove him wild
He said I ain't seen a soul in three long and down his lonely face came the tears
His was filled with logs and cardboard boxes
The sealed the cracks in the wintertime
The floor in Albert's home was the earth worn down
Where Albert's lonely had walked around
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Everything in Albert's was made by hand a picture carved in wood sat on a stand
Such beauty in a face I'd never seen carved below the picture the name Kathleen
Albert held the picture close up to his face said my Kathleen adds beauty to this
I asked him who she was then the tears
He said she's not real she's just someone I've dreamed of all these
His was filled...
Where Albert's lonely feet had around