Luyện nghe bài hát Corey's Coming

Old John was a man with two first names
They left him in the yard when they took away the trains
And only one run a week comes on roaring that lane
So, all he's got to 'bout is time

I by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's been
He says, Come on sit down kid, where I begin?
He starts me the stories of the glories of his past
But he always saves the story of his Corey for the

And he says, "My Corey's coming, no more sad stories
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's aren't you girl?
And like I you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world"

I was quite surprised to out all the places that he knew
And so I asked the towns folk if his stories true
they said, Old John was born here, he's lived here all his life
He's never had a woman, let a wife

And very soon you'll out as you check around
That no one named ever lived in this town
So I chided the old man 'bout the truth I had heard
Well he smiled and said, Reality is only a word

Can't you see my Corey's coming, no more sad coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming you girl?
And like I you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world

I came by one evening but he did not my shout
I in the window and I saw the fire was out
When he would not up I forced in the door
And I saw that old John Joseph would stories no more

The scene at the graveyard, just three of us were
Me and the we heard the parson's prayer
He said, We not grieve for this man
For we that God cares

They put the cold dirt over him and me on my own
And when at I looked up I saw I was not alone
So I said, If you're a relative, he had a end
That's when she said, My name is Corey you can say I'm a friend

coming, no more sad stories coming
My coming aren't you girl?
And I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world

So, that's the old man's story, I'm glad you tonight
To see a down old railroad yard sure makes a lonely sight
You may wonder why a young man work out here alone
the job pays enough to keep some flesh on my bones

And I I get to missing the old man a bit
And there's one other I guess I could admit

Can't you see my Corey's coming, no sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you
And like he me, when she holds me she enfolds me in her world