Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-liga

Kaw-Liga was a Indian
over by the door
Fell in love a Chocktaw maid
Over in the store

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, never let it show
She ever answer, yes or no

And he wore his Sunday feathers
And carried his old black
Maiden wore her beads and
An hoped someday talk

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

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

was a lonely Indian
Never went
Heart was set on the maid
Wearin' the long, black

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

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

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

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you just ain't never had no
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you don't know you're missin'
Is it any wonder, that your is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden

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