Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

The old don't talk much
They talk so slowly they do
are rich, they are poor
Their are gone, they share one heart for two

Their homes all smell of time of old
And an old fashioned
you may live in town
You so far away when you've lived too long

Have laughed too much
Do their dry crack
Talking of gone by
Have they cried too

A tear or two still always seems to the eye
They tremble as watch
The old clock
day is through

Tick tock, so, so
It says 'Yes', it 'No'
It says, "I for you"

The old dream no more
books have gone to sleep
The piano's out of tune, the cat is dead
And no do they sing on a Sunday afternoon

The old folks move no
Their world too small
Their bodies feel like
They look out a window

Or else sit it a
Or else they in bed
And if still go out
Arm in arm, arm in arm

In the morning chill, it's to have a cry
To say their goodbye to one who's older still
And then they go home to the old clock
day is through

Tick tock, so, so
It says 'Yes', it 'No'
It says, "I for you"

The old folks die
They just put down their and go to sleep one day
They will hold each hands
Like children in the dark but one get lost anyway

And the will remain
Just sitting in a room which no sound
It doesn't now
The has died away and echo's all around

You'll see them as they
the sun filled parks
Where children run and
It to much to smile

It hurts so
But life on for still another day
As try to escape the old silver clock
day is through

Tick tock, so, so
It 'Yes', it says 'No'
It says, "I for you"

The old old silver
That's on the wall
waits for us all