Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Sandy

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

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

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

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