Luyện nghe bài hát Gilbert Green

On a hill, inside a house in Covewell
Stands a man who's very tired
Looking at a song he wrote time ago
Could have made it big a Broadway show

Every day I go and find ideas
Think I'll on top of somewhere high
Couldn't I write a song a man who's dead?
Didn't know if he was off his head

knows, that's the way it goes
Too bad for Gilbert
We can tell the that he was right

in his attic on a sunny day
Mending fifty goblets are worn
Humming to a song of yesteryear
His hearing wasn't good but his were clear

knows, that's the way it goes
Too bad for Green
We can tell the world he was right

Now the house is burnt, along with Green
Sad to see his sisters and cry
And in the lies a song that wasn't seen
Tells the tale of laughing men and yellow

Ev'rybody knows, the way it goes
Too bad for Green
Now we can tell the that he was right