Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Sandy

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

fly to the market in her worn out old balloon
That she traded 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 to the whispers of the grove

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

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