Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

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

Their homes all of time of old photographs
And an old song
Though you may live in
You live so far away when lived too long

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

A tear or two still seems to cloud 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
Their have gone to sleep
The piano's out of tune, the cat is dead
And no more do they sing on a Sunday

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

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

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

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

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

And the other remain
Just in a room which makes no sound
It matter now
The has died away and echo's all around

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

It so much
But life on for still another day
As they try to 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
hanging on the wall
That for us all