Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Sandy

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

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

At she dreamed of places where she lived when she was young
Where the corn stretched for miles like a giant serpent's tongue
Electric lights and phone bells and every 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 love her and I'll her free from harm
I hold her close, she matters, she is all the to me
'Cause she's my Sandy, and she's in love with me