Luyện nghe bài hát Casimir Pulaski Day

Golden rod and the 4-H
The I brought you
When I found out you had of the bone

father cried on the telephone
And he his car to the navy yard
Just to prove he was sorry

In the morning through the window
When the light pressed up your shoulder blade
I could see what you reading

Oh, the that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do
I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the Bible
We lift our hands and pray over body
But ever happens

I at Michael's house
In the living room you kissed my neck
And I almost your blouse

In the morning at the top of the
When your father found out we did that night
And you told me you were

Oh, the glory when you ran
your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to you

Sunday night when I the house
I find the card you wrote it out
With the of your mother

On the floor at the great
With my shirt tucked in and my untied
I am in the bathroom

In the morning when you go
And the nurse runs in with her hung low
And the cardinal the window

In the in the winter shade
On the of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you

Oh, the that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see his
In the in the window

Oh, the glory he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he my face
And he takes and he and he takes