Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-Liga

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the store
Kaw-liga just there and never let it show
So she never answer, 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 to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of pine

old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he
Is it any wonder that his face is
Kaw-liga that poor old wooden

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

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

Then one day a wealthy bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so far away but old kaw-liga
Kaw-liga, stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old tree

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

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