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

APPLES DON'T FALL FAR THE TREE
Writer Bob

When I was
I put on high heel shoes
And my face
And dance across the living
In Ruby's
the music was always playing
Girls while the men were sayin'

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

At I had me a diamond
And a string of
The men said they me
To the girls
They me to the best places
But I could read it on their

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

But life on
A child of smiles up at me
While she
The man I love has never of "Ruby's Place"
he holds her with affection
And he uses old expression

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