Luyện nghe bài hát The Photograph

Hands old and poor, her back bent and
She lifts from the drawer, the
tattered and torn, through years it has worn
But still bears the of the man she knew

Her are weak, spilling tears on her cheek
Her lips start to speak to the
She tells him with pride, she still him inside
Though years ago

And all of the people she knew, who she no more
Who don't the score say, "We wonder why, she never married
Such a pretty she was, such a lovely face she had
a pretty thing she was", once

She turns to her right, to put out the
And goodnight to the photograph
Her love, though it's strong and lasted this
And on and on, she's still in love