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

APPLES DON'T FAR FROM THE TREE
Bob Stone

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

Apples don't fall far from the
Hey, honey sit on my knee
Apples don't far from the tree
And I remember Mama's
When they 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 took me to the places
But I read it on their faces

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

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

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