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

APPLES DON'T FALL FAR THE TREE
Writer Bob

When I was
I put on Mama's heel shoes
And my face
And dance the living room
In place
the music was always playing
Girls laugh the men were sayin'

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

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

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

But goes on
A of three smiles up at me
she plays
The man I love has heard of "Ruby's Place"
When he holds her affection
And he that old expression

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