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 gone 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, fly back home rolling down winding way
And all I've got's a pocket of flowers from my grave
But now summer is gone I it best
Back in the good old world I when, she held my hand
And we home alone in the rain how pretty her mouth, how soft her hair
Nothing can be the same and there's a rose 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.