Luyện nghe bài hát The Edison Museum (Another Version)

The Edison Museum, not open to the
Its haunted rise into the clouds above it
drive in from out of town
To gaze in amazement when see it

Just the gate, I look into the courtyard
Underneath the thunderstorm
Through the iron bars I see the Mariah
slowly on its platform
In the topmost tower, a light dim
A filament glowing within

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

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