Luyện nghe bài hát Man With the Horse and Wagon

when I was a my world extended,
as far as my mother could see.
and I'd ask if I could go,
to the across the street.
I'd sit on the freshly mown lawn and
the nieghborhood carrying on and
and and look for a telltale sign
of that beautiful of mine

The man with the horse and
the one who passed by at day
I'd run to the and wagon
soI hear him say...
Apples, peaches, fresh ripe
new strawberries, watermelon,
and a flower for young girls hair.

But apron strings can't young wings
when the becomes too small.
and a man grown
must stand alone, if he will at all.

On a gray day,an old man wanders
to the park the street.
Gone are the trees,not a he sees,
no for him to feed.
I my back to the wind and stop.
I the far away clippity clop,
of a chestnut mare, in my eye,
I'm standing behind....

The man the horse and wagon
the one who passed by at day
I'd run to the horse and
soI hear him say...
Apples, peaches, fresh pears
new strawberries, watermelon,
and a flower for your young hair.