Luyện nghe bài hát Morning - Glory

I lit my candle close to my
Window, hoping it would the eye
Of any who passed it by
And I waited in my fleeting

Before he came, I felt him near
And as he neared, I felt the ancient
That he had come to my door and jeer
But I waited in my house

"Oh, tell me stories", I to the Hobo
"Stories of old", I smiled at the
"Stories of cold", I to the Hobo
And I waited in my house

"No" the Hobo, "No more tales of time
Don't ask me now to away the grime
I come in, it's just too high a climb"
And he walked away my fleeting

"Then you be damned", I screamed to the
"Turn into stone", I to the Hobo
"Leave me alone", I knelt to the
But he walked from my fleeting house