Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

The old folks talk much
They talk so slowly they do
are rich, they are poor
Their illusions are gone, share one heart for two

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

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

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

Tick tock, so, so
It says 'Yes', it says
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 more do they sing on a afternoon

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

Or sit it a chair
Or they 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 to one who's older still
And then they go home to the old silver
When day is

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

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

And the other will
Just in a room which makes no sound
It doesn't now
The song has died away and all around

see them as they walk
Through the sun parks
Where run and play
It hurts to to smile

It so much
But life goes on for 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 silver
That's hanging on the
waits for us all