Luyện nghe bài hát Good Old World

(waltz)
When I was a boy, the moon was a the sun a yellow gold.
But when I was a man, the wind cold the hills were upside down.
But now that I have gone from there's no place I'd rather be
Than to my chances on the tide back in the good old world.
On october's last, I'll fly back rolling down winding way
And all I've a pocket full of flowers from my grave
But now summer is gone I it best
Back in the old world I remember when, she held my hand
And we walked home alone in the rain how pretty her mouth, how her hair
Nothing can be the and there's a rose upon her breast
Where I to lay my head and her hair was so yellow
And the wine was so red in the good old world.