Luyện nghe bài hát The Edison Museum (Another Version)

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

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

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

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