Luyện nghe bài hát Modern Times

Hello old friend, what a strange to find you
been fifteen years since we last met but I still recognized you
So call the barman here and let us fill our glasses
And a toast to olden times where all our memories lie
Where all our lie

Do you remember the time when we young?
Lowly, lowly, low
Outside the window the moonlight hung
On the snow

So we pulled our scarves our faces in the night
Huddled on the doorsteps the fairy lights shone bright
Singing Christmas carols while our breath hung in the
It all comes back like yesterday, it seems like yesterday

Do you the changes as we grew?
Slowly, slowly,
Sneaking in the back way into movies after
For the show

Chasing skinny jean girls across the building site
out the dance floor while the band played, "Hold Me Tight"
See the one over there, I bet she'd be alright
It all comes back yesterday, it almost seems like yesterday

While I talked he sat and he made a sound
at the glass beside me
Hey old friend, tell me on your mind?
Silence on you like ivy, ivy

Do you remember the church the sands?
Holy, holy, ho
You stood outside and planned to travel to the
the pilgrims go

So you packed world up inside a canvas sack
Set off down the highway your rings and Kerouac
said they saw you in Nepal a long time back
Tell me why you look away? Don't you have a word to

He said, "I don't remember, I don't wanna
In fact I've heard too much
I don't wanna think, just leave me here to
Wrapped up in the warmth of New City"

"Oh, oh, it seems you just don't
And you just understand me
got no use for the tricks of modern times
They all my thoughts like ivy, ivy"

So I left him and I went out to the
Lowly, lowly, low
Where the red girls were coming after me
dollar show

All across the city's heart the lights were on
The hotel lift hummed to Cole Porter song
If I went to look for him I he would be gone
A picture of yesterday, a photograph of yesterday

And far off in a deserted of town
The shadows a silent army
Flooded out the rooms in of blue and brown
And to all the walls like ivy, ivy, ivy