Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

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

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

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

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

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

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he got a kiss...
Kaw-Liga that ol' wooden head