Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Years

(Verse 1)
Sunday afternoon in a booth
My son was squirming in his high
My daughter had mashed potatoes in her
a sweet old man with wrinkled hands
Said, "What beautiful you have,
Just had to over and tell you that
These right are the golden years

(Chorus)
The first steps when they stumble, first words that mumble
First ball they fumble, and they try to hide the tears
Her palace, the bike he learns to balance
a look around, yeah, right now are the golden years

(Verse 2)
He said, "You're gonna blink, and he'll be
have a hot date, wanna borrow your keys
He'll be one of those crazy goatees
And daddy's girl, with pretty blonde curls
Will be wearing and talkin' on the phone
And all the little boys won't leave her
And you'll look back here, these golden

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(Bridge)
So take too many pictures and don't forget to
Right now you know it but someday you'll look back at the

(Repeat Chorus)