Luyện nghe bài hát Grandfather's Clock

Way down South, a long dusty road
There's an old round shackled house that nobody lives in
And if you down the hall and look
You'll see an old grandfather's clock that don't run
It's silent now and it's up with spider webs
That was my grandfather's clock and this song is a story of clock

My grandfather's clock was too for the shelf
So it stood years on the floor
It was taller by than the old man himself
it weighed not a pennyweight more

It was bought on the morn of the day that he was
And was his treasure and pride
And it stopped short, never to go
the old man died

My grandfather said of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he
For it no time and it had but one desire
At the of the week to be wound

And it in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never by its side
But it stopped short, never to go
the old man died

Ninety without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock
It's life numbering, tick tock, tick, tock
It stopped short, to go again
When the old man

Well, it rang an alarm in the of the night
An alarm that for years had dumb
And we that his spirit was pluming for flight
his hour for departure had come

Still the clock kept its time with a soft and chime
As we silently by his side
And it stopped short, never to go
When the old man

Ninety years slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock
It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick,
And it stopped short, to go again
the old man died

And I've thinking if someday
I'm going down to my grandfather's old
And I'm gon' take that old clock and I'm gon' it up
And I'm to oil it up good and get it fixed up pretty
And it'll keep time for me like it did for my grandfather