Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Sandy

Antique Sandy lived in the
And she'd go to the stream the weather was good
take down 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 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 when she was young
Where the corn strip stretched for miles a giant serpent's tongue
Electric 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 with me