Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Sandy

Antique Sandy lived in the
And she'd go to the when the weather was good
She'd take down the washing for her old man to
And she'd try not to get eaten by the

She'd fly to the in her worn out old balloon
That she traded with the flyer for an antique silver
And when she'd get home she'd cook upon the wooden
And she'd go to sleep and to the whispers of the grove

At she dreamed of places where she lived when she was young
Where the strip stretched for miles like a giant serpent's tongue
Electric lights and bells and every light insane
Like a hundred thousand hungry miles were meeting at her

And I greet her in the morning she wakes up in my arms
And I tell her that I her and I'll keep her free from harm
I her close, she matters, she is all the world to me
she's my Antique Sandy, and she's in love with me