Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

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

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

Have they laughed too
Do their dry voices
Talking of things by
Have cried too much

A tear or two still always seems to the eye
They as they 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 gone to sleep
The out of tune, the little cat is dead
And no do they sing on a Sunday afternoon

The old folks no more
world become too small
Their feel like lead
might look out a window

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

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

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

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

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

see them as they walk
Through the sun filled
Where run and play
It to much to smile

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

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

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