Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the
He fell in love with an indian maid, over in the store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Just stood there, and let it show
So she could answer yes or no

He always wore his Sunday feathers, and held a
The wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, ooh
To stubborn to show a sign
his heart is made of knotty pine

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he got a kiss
ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden

Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, never went
His heart was set on the Chocktaw maid the coal-black hair
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Just stood there and never let it
So she could answer yes or no

And then one day, a wealthy bought the Indian maid
And took her oh-so far but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Just stands there, as as can be
And wishes he still an ol' pine tree

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a
ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder, that his face is
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden