Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

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

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

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

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

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

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