Luyện nghe bài hát The Edison Museum (Another Version)

The Edison Museum, not to the public
Its haunted towers rise into the clouds it
Folks drive in out of town
To gaze in amazement they see it

Just outside the gate, I look the courtyard
Underneath the thunderstorm
Through the iron bars I see the Black
Revolving on its platform
In the topmost tower, a burns dim
A coiling filament glowing

The Edison Museum, once a factory
Today's but a darkened hive of industry
The tallest, widest, and famous
Haunted in New Jersey

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