Luyện nghe bài hát The Edison Museum (Another Version)

The Edison Museum, not to the public
Its haunted towers into the clouds above it
Folks drive in from out of
To gaze in when they see it

Just outside the gate, I look the courtyard
the gathering thunderstorm
Through the iron bars I see the Mariah
Revolving slowly on its
In the tower, a light burns dim
A coiling filament glowing

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

Behind a wooden door, the voice of Alva
Recites a on a phonograph
Ghosts float up the stair like silent moving
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