Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian by the door
He in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just there and never 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
Kaw-Liga too to ever show a sign
his heart was made of knotty pine

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he know what he missed
Is it any wonder his face is red?
Kaw-Liga that poor ol' head

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

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

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
that poor ol' wooden head