Luyện nghe bài hát Gilbert Green

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

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

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

Sitting in his attic on a day
Mending fifty that are worn
Humming to himself a song of
His hearing wasn't but his eyes were clear

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

Now the house is burnt, along with Gilbert
Sad to see his stand and cry
And in the basement lies a song that seen
Tells the tale of men and yellow beans

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