Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-liga

Kaw-Liga was a Indian
Standin' by the door
Fell in love with a maid
Over in the Georgia

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, never let it show
She don't answer, yes or no

And he always wore his Sunday
And carried his old hawk
wore her beads and braids
An hoped he'd talk

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't never a sign
'Cause his is made of knotty pine

ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss
Is it any wonder that face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you old wooden head

Kaw-Liga was a lonely
Never went
was set on the Chocktaw maid
Wearin' the long, hair

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't never show a
'Cause his heart was made of pine

And then one day, a customer
the Indian maid
Took her oh so far
And ol' Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga, ooh
there, as lonesome as can be
Ah, just wishin' he were still an ol' tree

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you just never had no kissin'
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you know what you're missin'
Is it any wonder, that face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden

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