Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

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

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

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

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

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

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

The old folks no more
Their world become too
Their bodies feel like
They might look out a

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

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

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

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

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

You'll see them as walk
the sun filled parks
Where run and play
It hurts to to smile

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

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

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