Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

The old folks don't talk
They talk so slowly they do
They are rich, are poor
Their are gone, they share one heart for two

Their homes all smell of of old photographs
And an old song
you may live in town
You live so far away when you've lived too

they laughed too much
Do dry voices crack
of things gone by
Have cried too much

A tear or two still always to cloud the eye
They as they watch
The old silver
day is through

Tick tock, so, so
It says 'Yes', it 'No'
It says, "I for you"

The old dream no more
Their books have to sleep
The piano's out of tune, the little cat is
And no more do they on a Sunday afternoon

The old folks move no
world become too small
Their bodies feel lead
They might out a window

Or sit it a chair
Or else stay in bed
And if still go out
Arm in arm, arm in arm

In the morning chill, to have a good cry
To say their goodbye to one who's older still
And then they go home to the old silver
day is through

Tick tock, so, so
It says 'Yes', it says
It says, "I for you"

The old folks die
They just put down their and go to sleep one day
They will hold each hands
children in the dark but one will get lost anyway

And the will remain
sitting in a room which makes no sound
It matter now
The song has died away and echo's all

You'll see them as walk
Through the sun filled
Where children run and
It hurts to much to

It so much
But life on for still another day
As try to escape the old silver clock
day is through

Tick tock, so, so
It 'Yes', it says 'No'
It says, "I for you"

The old old clock
That's hanging on the
That for us all