Luyện nghe bài hát Old Friends/Bookends

Old friends, old
Sat on their park like bookends
A newspaper blown the grass
Falls on the toes
Of the high of the old friends

Old friends, companions, the old men
in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the sifting through trees
Settle like on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years today?
Sharing a bench quietly
How terribly to be seventy

Old friends, brushes the same years
Silently sharing the fears

Time it was and what a it was, it was
A of innocence, a time of confidences
ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, all that's left you