Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Years

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

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

(Verse 2)
He said, "You're gonna blink, and be seventeen
He'll have a hot date, wanna borrow keys
He'll be growing one of those goatees
And daddy's girl, with pretty blonde curls
Will be wearing and talkin' on the phone
And all the little boys leave her alone
And you'll look back here, these years

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

(Repeat Chorus)