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 heel
And my face
And dance across the living
In place
the music was always playing
Girls while the men were sayin'

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

At I had me a diamond
And a string of
The men they preffered me
To the other
They took me to the best
But I could read it on faces

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

But life on
A child of smiles up at me
While she
The man I love has heard of "Ruby's Place"
he holds her with affection
And he uses old expression

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