Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

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

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

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

A or two still always seems to cloud the eye
They tremble as they
The old clock
day is through

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

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

The old move no more
Their world become too
Their bodies feel 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 a good cry
To say their goodbye to one who's older still
And then go home to the old silver clock
When day is

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

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

And the other will
Just sitting in a room which no sound
It matter now
The song has died away and echo's all

You'll see them as they
Through the sun filled
Where run and play
It hurts to much to

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

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

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