Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Sandy

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

fly to the market in her worn out old balloon
That she traded with the flyer for an 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 night she of places where she lived when she was young
Where the corn strip stretched for miles like a serpent's tongue
Electric lights and phone bells and every insane
Like a thousand hungry miles were meeting at her brain

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