Luyện nghe bài hát Corey's Coming

Old John Joseph was a man with two first
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 worry 'bout is

I come by in the evening to hear 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 for the last

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

I was surprised to find out all the places that he knew
And so I the towns folk if his stories were true
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 check
That no one named Corey's lived in this town
So I the old man 'bout the truth that I had heard
Well he smiled and said, is only just a word

you see my Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's aren't you girl?
And like I told you, 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 wake up I in the door
And I saw that old John Joseph tell stories no more

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

They put the dirt over him and left me on my own
And when at last I looked up I saw I was not
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 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

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 young man work out here alone
Well the job pays enough to keep flesh on my bones

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

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