Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

The old folks don't much
They talk so slowly when 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 song
Though you may live in
You live so far away when you've too long

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

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

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

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

The old move no more
Their become too small
Their bodies feel like
They might look out a

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

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

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

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

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

see them as they walk
Through the sun parks
Where children run and
It to much to smile

It hurts so
But life on for still another day
As they try to 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