Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

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

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

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

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

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

The old dream no more
Their have gone 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 too small
Their bodies feel lead
They might out a window

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

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

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

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

You'll see them as walk
Through the sun parks
Where children run and
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 'No'
It says, "I for you"

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