Luyện nghe bài hát Little Wood Guitar

It's day
And the snow is down
bells sway
They're ringing the town
Preacher Kline his lines
The pews'll be full
Mr. Howe up his plow
His clear the way

Christmas day
And the pecan pies are
Mothers say the giving not the taking
My brother's brand new bicycle is out jangling in the
I him through the icicles
With that wood box beneath my

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

It's day
Funny how the can shape us
has changed
I'm a musician not a
a winter wonderland
At my brother's and his
Passing around dinner plates
And dissecting my

I never believing
I just on singing
Now people come to hear from miles
And I don't mind
That I still count my
I just never I'd settle down

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

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