Luyện nghe bài hát Grandfather's Clock

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

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

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

My grandfather said that of he could hire
Not a servant so he found
For it wasted no and it had but one desire
At the close of the week to be

And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its
And its never hung by its side
But it short, never to go again
When the old man

Ninety years slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock
It's life numbering, tick tock, tick, tock
It short, never to go again
When the old man

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

Still the clock its time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently by his side
And it stopped short, to go again
When the old man

Ninety years slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock
It's life numbering, tick tock, tick, tock
And it short, never to go again
the old man died

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