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 heel shoes
And paint my
And dance across the living
In place
the music was always playing
Girls laugh the men were sayin'

Apples fall far from the tree
Hey, honey sit on my knee
Apples don't fall far the tree
And I remember tears
When they said in a few
I'd be to see

At seventeen I had me a
And a string of
The men said they me
To the girls
They took me to the best
But I could read it on faces

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

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

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