Luyện nghe bài hát The Edison Museum (Another Version)

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

Just outside the gate, I look into the
Underneath the thunderstorm
the iron bars I see the Black Mariah
Revolving slowly on its
In the topmost tower, a light dim
A coiling filament within

The Museum, once a bustling factory
Today's but a darkened hive of industry
The tallest, widest, and most
Haunted mansion in New

Behind a door, the voice of Thomas Alva
Recites a poem on a
Ghosts float up the stair like moving pictures
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