Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Sandy

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

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

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

And I greet her in the morning when she wakes up in my
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