Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Glory

I lit my purest close to my window
Hoping it catch the eye
Of any that passed it by
And I'm waiting in my house

Before he came, I him drawing near
As he neared, I the ancient fear
he had come to wound my door and jeer
And I waited in my house

"Tell me stories", I to the hobo
"Stories of cold", I at the hobo
"Stories of old", I knelt to the
And he stood before my fleeting

"No", said the hobo, "No more of time
Don't ask me now to wash away the
I come in 'cause it's too high a climb"
And he walked away my fleeting house

"Then you be damned!", I screamed to the
"Leave me alone", I to the hobo
"Turn stone", I knelt to the hobo
And he walked away from my house