Luyện nghe bài hát The Edison Museum (Another Version)

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

Just outside the gate, I into the courtyard
the gathering thunderstorm
Through the iron bars I see the Black
Revolving on its platform
In the topmost tower, a light dim
A coiling filament within

The Edison Museum, once a bustling
Today's but a cobweb-covered hive of industry
The tallest, widest, and famous
mansion in New Jersey

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