Luyện nghe bài hát Little Wood Guitar

It's day
And the is coming down
Church bells
They're awake the town
Kline recites his lines
The be full today
Mr. Howe cranks up his
His clear the way

Christmas day
And the pecan are baking
Mothers say the giving not the taking
My brother's new bicycle is out jangling in the street
I watch him through the
that wood box beneath my feet

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

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

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

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

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