Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian by the door
He fell in with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it
So she could answer, yes or no

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a
The wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to show a sign
his heart was made of knotty pine

Poor old kaw-liga, he got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he know what he missed
Is it any wonder his face is red?
that poor old wooden head

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

Poor old kaw-liga, he got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is
Kaw-liga that poor old wooden

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the maid
And took her oh so far away but old stayed
Kaw-liga, just there as lonely as can be
And he was still an old pine tree

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a
Poor old kaw-liga, he know what he missed
Is it any that his face is red?
that poor old wooden head

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