Luyện nghe bài hát The Edison Museum (Another Version)

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

Just outside the gate, I into the courtyard
the gathering thunderstorm
Through the iron I see the Black Mariah
Revolving on its platform
In the topmost tower, a burns dim
A coiling 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 wooden door, the voice of Alva
Recites a poem on a
Ghosts float up the like silent moving pictures
The loyal phantoms of his in-house
A wondrous place it is, there can be no
But no one goes in and no one ever goes out