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 in amazement when they see it

outside the gate, I look into the courtyard
Underneath the gathering
Through the bars I see the Black Mariah
Revolving slowly on its
In the topmost tower, a light dim
A filament glowing within

The Edison Museum, once a bustling
Today's but a darkened 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 up the stair like silent moving pictures
The loyal phantoms of his staff
A wondrous place it is, there can be no
But no one ever goes in and no one goes out