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

APPLES DON'T FALL FAR FROM THE
Writer Bob

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

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

At I had me a diamond
And a string of
The men said they me
To the other
They took me to the places
But I could it on their faces

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

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

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