Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Years

(Verse 1)
Sunday afternoon in a corner
My son was in his high chair
My daughter had mashed in her hair
a sweet old man with wrinkled hands
Said, "What babies you have,
Just had to come and tell you that
These right here are the golden

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

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

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

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