Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

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

He always wore his feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday talk
Kaw-Liga too stubborn to show a sign
Because his heart was of knoty pine

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

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

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

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