Luyện nghe bài hát The Edison Museum (Another Version)

The Edison Museum, not open to the
Its haunted towers rise the clouds above it
Folks drive in from out of
To gaze in amazement they see it

Just outside the gate, I look into the
Underneath the thunderstorm
Through the iron bars I see the Mariah
Revolving on its platform
In the tower, a light burns dim
A filament glowing within

The Edison Museum, a bustling factory
Today's but a darkened cobweb-covered of industry
The tallest, widest, and most
Haunted in New Jersey

Behind a door, the voice of Thomas Alva
a poem on a phonograph
Ghosts float up the stair like silent moving
The phantoms of his in-house staff
A place it is, there can be no doubt
But no one ever goes in and no one ever out