Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

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

Their homes all smell of of old photographs
And an old fashioned
Though you may live in
You live so far away when you've too long

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The old never die
They put down their heads and go to sleep one day
They will hold others hands
Like children in the dark but one get lost anyway

And the other remain
Just sitting in a room makes no sound
It doesn't now
The song has died away and echo's all

see them as they walk
Through the sun filled
Where children run and
It hurts to to smile

It so much
But goes on for still another day
As they try to the old silver clock
When day is

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

The old old clock
hanging on the wall
That for us all