Luyện nghe bài hát Little Wood Guitar

It's day
And the snow is down
Church bells
ringing awake the town
Preacher Kline recites his
The be full today
Mr. Howe cranks up his
His baldes'll the way

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

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

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

I never stopped
I kept on singing
Now people come to hear miles around
And I don't mind
That I still my blessings
I just thought I'd settle down

It's day
And the little are waking
I them play
I can hear the presents
The outside on his new bike
Jangling in the
That little girl, she's him
that wood box beneath her feet

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