Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga was a Indian standin' by the door
He fell in love an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and let it show
So she could never yes or no

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

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

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

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian
And her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga just 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 is red?
Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden