Luyện nghe bài hát Corey's Coming

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

I come by in the to hear 'bout where he's been
He says, Come on sit kid, where shall 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 coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you
And like I told you, when she holds you she you in her world"

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

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

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

I came by one evening but he did not hear my
I in the window and I saw the fire was out
When he 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 were
Me and the gravedigger we heard the prayer
He said, We not grieve for this man
For we know that God

They put the cold over him and left 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 just a

Corey's coming, no more sad stories
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you
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 busted down old yard sure makes a lonely sight
You may why a young man would work out here alone
Well the job pays enough to keep flesh on my bones

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

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