Luyện nghe bài hát Morning Glory

I lit my purest candle to my window
Hoping it catch the eye
Of any vagabond who it by
And I waited in my house

Before he came, I him drawing near
[Incomprehensible], I the ancient fear
That he had to my door and jeered
And I waited in my house

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

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

"Then be damned", I screamed to the hobo
"Leave me alone", I wept to the
"Turn into stone", I to the hobo
And he walked away my fleeting house

I lit my purest candle to my window
Hoping it catch the eye
Of any vagabond who it by
And I waited in my house