Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Man With A Horn

The old man his story
About the gone by
How he played his horn in New Orleans
In old dingy dive
"I knew 'em all then." he said
As he reached out for his
He his eyes - and wet his lips
Then the were born.

He played with so feelin'
came from his eyes
He stopped and a bit
And he gave a sigh!
Said, "You know, I made it
But that was before time
Dixieland, Po' Folks
Jack and wine."

Slapped his knee and a grin
It was good back then
Reaching for his on the floor
it in an old towsack
That across his back
He "Goodbye!"
And out the door.

Enthused by what he me
I never got his
So, I called the over
And started to
A tired old man - his horn
Mem'ries of years by
How he played his horn and
with tear-dimmed eyes.

She you are mistaken
There's no one but you
But I know who talkin' 'bout
I used to him, too
You'll find him down on Basin
In of an old churchyard
A stone reads, "Rest in Peace
I but it sure was hard."

He said, "Goodbye" shuffled out the door.