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
Kaw-Liga just stood there and let it show
So she could never yes or no

He always wore his feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and and hoped someday he'd talk
too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of pine

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

was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal hair
just 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 away but ol' stayed
Kaw-Liga just stands as lonely as can be
And wishes he was an old pine tree

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