Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

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

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

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

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

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

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