Luyện nghe bài hát Good Old World

(waltz)
When I was a boy, the was a pearl the sun a yellow gold.
But when I was a man, the wind cold the hills were upside down.
But now that I have from 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 back home down winding way
And all I've got's a pocket of flowers from my grave
But now summer is gone I it best
in the good 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 long to lay my head and her was so yellow
And the wine was so red in the good old world.