Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

Everyone him as old folks
Like the seasons he and he'll go
Just as free as a and as good as his word
That's why everybody him so

Always leaving his spoon in his
Tucks his napkin up his chin
And his own corn cob pipe is so mellow, hits
But you be ashamed of him

In the evenings after
stories he tells
How he held his speech at for Lincoln that day
You I know that one so well

One thing we don't about old folks
Did he fight for the or the gray?
But he's so democratic and so
We always let him his way

In the evenings supper
What he tells
How he held his speech at for Lincoln that day
Yes, I know that one so

Some day there will be no old folks
a lonely old world this will be
Children's voices at play will be fonding
The day they take old folks