Luyện nghe bài hát Old Old Song

I'll sing you a that starts out descriptive
And locates a and a place
Like a table where a whole family
Is just sitting to say grace

An old old song moves into action
Taking its sweet sweet
And waits until we all say
Again and again in

It's the story of a and a mother
Who battle other over nothin'
With a couple of kids trying to
way the plot's spinning
Who's winning and who is

It's a story as as a penny, son
It ain't really anything to anyone

Poor sore little song
That aches like a muscle each that it moves
Sad song that you play
And you play and you play and you play 'til you

While history is outside
A recipe book for earthly pain
This song is inside painting dark swirls
and again and they all look the same

'Cuz what if you come home school one day
And you find whole family's at war
And there's this ominous silence just to be broken
And there's secret places for hiding the floorboards

And seems to be bracing
For the subharmonic thunder of the bomb
And seems to be waiting for the cops to bust in
With their guns drawn at the bleak light of

It's a story as as a penny, son
I don't think worth anything to anyone