Luyện nghe bài hát Apples Don't Fall Far From The Tree

APPLES DON'T FALL FAR THE TREE
Bob Stone

When I was
I put on Mama's high shoes
And paint my
And dance the living room
In place
Well the music was playing
Girls laugh while the men were

Apples don't fall far from the
Hey, come sit on my knee
Apples don't far from the tree
And I remember Mama's
they said in a few years
I'd be to see

At seventeen I had me a
And a of pearls
The men said preffered me
To the other
They took me to the places
But I could read it on faces

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Then when died I made up my mind
To get on a , get out of this town
And it all behind

But goes on
A of three smiles up at me
she plays
The man I has never heard of "Ruby's Place"
When he holds her with
And he uses that old

(chorus)