Luyện nghe bài hát Little Wood Guitar

It's day
And the is coming down
Church sway
They're ringing the town
Kline recites his lines
The pews'll be today
Mr. Howe up his plow
His baldes'll the way

It's day
And the pecan are baking
Mothers say it's the giving not the
My brother's brand new is out jangling in the street
I watch him the icicles
With that box beneath my feet

All I got was this little guitar
What it brought was neon lights and bars
Like all the kings with all thier
Went down your star I'm told
Every takes me where you are
With this little wood

It's day
how the years can shape us
Much has
I'm a musician not a
Chicago's a winter
At my brother's and his
Passing around thier dinner
And my life

I stopped believing
I just on singing
Now people come to hear from around
And I don't confessing
That I count my blessings
I never thought I'd settle down

Christmas day
And the little are waking
I hear them
I can hear the shaking
The boy's outside on his new
in the street
That little girl, she's him
With wood box beneath her feet

All she got was little wood guitar
I thought is it might take her pretty far
Like all the with all their gold
Went chasing down star I'm told
Every highway me where you are
With this wood guitar
Little wood