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 here there's no place I'd rather be
Than to float my chances on the tide in the good old world.
On october's last, I'll fly back home rolling winding way
And all I've a pocket full of flowers from my grave
But now is gone I remember 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
can be the same and there's a rose upon her breast
Where I long to lay my head and her hair was so
And the wine was so red back in the old world.