Luyện nghe bài hát Corey's Coming

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

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

And he says, "My Corey's coming, no sad stories 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 was surprised to find out all the places that he knew
And so I asked the folk if his stories were 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 you'll find 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 coming, no more sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming you girl?
And like I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her

I came by one evening but he did not hear my
I looked in the window and I saw the was out
he would not wake up I forced in the door
And I saw that old John Joseph would tell no more

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

They put the cold dirt him and left me on my own
And when at last I 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 is Corey you can say I'm just a friend

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

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

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