Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

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

He always wore his Sunday and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga too stubborn to 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 that his face is red
Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden

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

And one day a wealthy 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 wishes he was still an old tree

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