Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Sandy

Antique lived in the woods
And she'd go to the stream when the was good
She'd take the washing for her old man to wear
And try not to get eaten by the bear

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

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

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