Luyện nghe bài hát Casimir Pulaski Day

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

Your father on the telephone
And he drove his car to the yard
Just to that he was sorry

In the morning through the shade
When the pressed up against your shoulder blade
I see what you were reading

Oh, the glory the Lord has made
And the complications you could do
When I kissed you on the

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

I remember at house
In the living when you kissed my neck
And I touched your blouse

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

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

Sunday night when I cleaned the
I find the card you wrote it out
the pictures of your mother

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

In the when you finally go
And the nurse runs in her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the

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

Oh, the that the Lord has made
And the when I see his face
In the morning in the

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