Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood and never let it show
So she could answer yes or no

He wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga too to ever show a sign
his heart was made of knoty 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

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

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

ol' Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss...
Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden