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 here 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 back home down winding way
And all I've got's a pocket full of from my grave
But now is gone I remember it best
Back in the old world I remember when, she held my hand
And we walked alone in the rain how pretty her mouth, how soft her hair
Nothing can be the same and there's a upon her breast
Where I long to lay my head and her was so yellow
And the was so red back in the good old world.