Luyện nghe bài hát Good Old World

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