Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Singer

He used to sing his songs to his Sara Jane the singer
His songs filled with love made the mountains the folk singer
At first Sara was to be his bride
But as his fame she was pushed aside
Sweet mountain girl would say to the folk singer

He let his hair grown long and he dressed in style the folk
His voice was pure and the fans went wild for the folk
He Sara Jane was much too plain
So he her alone as he gained more fame
But sorrow will come like the rain to the folk singer
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Lavished in glory fortune at his feet the singer
Awoke one morning and he could not speak the singer
The doctors said his singing days were
wept Sara Jane did too
He couldn't sing now his friends were few the folk

Sick at heart in the mountains again the singer
Now Sara Jane didn't look so plain to the folk
Ah the of love can do strange things
Cause love has made him sing
Now he sings for his Jane the folk singer

And again the mountains ring to the folk singer the folk singer
The folk singer the folk