Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

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

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

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

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

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

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

The old move no more
Their world too small
bodies feel like lead
They might out a window

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

In the morning chill, it's to 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 put down their heads and go to sleep one day
They will hold others hands
Like in the dark but one will get lost anyway

And the other will
sitting in a room which makes no sound
It matter now
The song has away and echo's all around

see them as they walk
Through the sun filled
Where run and play
It hurts to much to

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

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

The old old clock
hanging on the wall
That for us all