Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Man With A Horn

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

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

Slapped his knee and gave a
It sure was good then
for his horn on the floor
Placed it in an old
hung across his back
He "Goodbye!"
And out the door.

by what he told me
I never got his
So, I called the waitress
And started to
A tired old man - his tarnished
Mem'ries of gone by
How he played his horn and
Smiled tear-dimmed eyes.

She you are mistaken
been no one but you
But I who you're talkin' 'bout
I to know him, too
You'll find him down on Basin
In back of an old
A stone that reads, "Rest in
I tried but it was hard."

He said, "Goodbye" shuffled out the door.