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

APPLES DON'T FALL FAR FROM THE
Bob Stone

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

Apples don't fall far from the
Hey, honey come sit on my
Apples fall 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 string of
The men said preffered me
To the girls
They me to the best places
But I could it on their 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 her with affection
And he that old expression

(chorus)