Luyện nghe bài hát Little Wood Guitar

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

Christmas day
And the pies are baking
say it's 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 my feet

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

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

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

It's day
And the one's are waking
I them play
I can hear the shaking
The boy's outside on his new
Jangling in the
little girl, she's watching him
With that wood box her feet

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