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 paint my
And dance the living room
In Ruby's
Well the music was playing
Girls laugh while the men sayin'

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

At seventeen I had me a
And a of pearls
The men said they me
To the girls
They took me to the places
But I could read it on their

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

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

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