Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

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

He always wore his Sunday and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and and hoped someday he'd talk
too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of pine

ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't what he missed
Is it any that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga that poor ol' head

was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the maiden with the coal black hair
just stood there and never let it show
So she could answer yes or no

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

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