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 his car to the navy yard
Just to prove he was sorry

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

Oh, the glory that the has made
And the you could do without
When I kissed you on the

Tuesday night at the study
We lift our hands and over your body
But nothing happens

I remember at Michael's
In the living when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched blouse

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

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 cleaned the
I the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of mother

On the at the great divide
my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the

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

In the in the winter shade
On the first of on the holiday
I I saw you breathing

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

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