Luyện nghe bài hát Daddy Frank (The Guitar Man)

Daddy Frank played the and the french harp
Sister the ringing tambourine
Mama couldn't hear our music
She our lips and helped the family sing

That little was all a part of living
And our only means of living at the
And it wasn't like no normal combo
Cause Daddy Frank the guitar man was

Frank and counted on each other
Their one and only weakness them strong
did the driving for the family
And made a living with a song

Home was a camp along the highway
A pick-up bed was where we bedded
ever once remember going hungry
But I remember cooking on the ground

Don't how they got acquainted
I can't just how it came to be
There had to be some special from someone
And blessed be the one let it be

Fever my mama's loss of hearing
Frank was born without his sight
And mama someone she could lean on
And I believe the man was right

Daddy Frank the guitar and the french harp
Sister played the tambourine
Mama hear our pretty music
She our lips and helped the family sing