Luyện nghe bài hát Old Folks

The old folks talk much
They talk so slowly they do
are rich, they are poor
Their illusions are gone, they one heart for two

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

Have laughed too much
Do their dry voices
of things gone by
Have cried too much

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

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

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

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

Or sit it a chair
Or they 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 last goodbye to one who's older still
And then they go home to the old 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 heads and go to sleep one day
They will hold others hands
Like children in the dark but one will get anyway

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

You'll see them as walk
the sun filled parks
Where run and play
It hurts to to smile

It hurts so
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 clock
hanging on the wall
That for us all